My son and I are season ticket holders. I will always support the players that represent our team. After yesterday’s embarrassing defeat, my 31 year old son looked at me and asked me why I love a team that has always sucked. I had to remind him that they actually used to win before he was born. Poor kid followed me into this misery.
There are many bad traits I learned and/or inherited from my father. All of them I can sloth through self reflection and therapy. Except rooting for this stupid poverty franchise. Thanks, dad.