Last night at dinner, my wife smiled and asked me, "How does it feel to root for a championship team?" I thought she was being facetious. So I shot back, "Yeah, they suck. My favorite football team SUCKS. Is that what you want to hear?" Puzzled, she squinted and said, "But -- I thought you've been a diehard Mets fan for 35 years. Haven't you?"
HOLY SH*T!!! We've only watched every inning of every Mets game for the past two months. We've partied after each playoff win. I grew up a few blocks away from Shea. I've been a Mets fan since the early '80s, when Mookie Wilson and Jesse Orosco were rookies. Yet my first thought went to the Bills. After a much-deserved apology, I tried to explain my reaction. It's really, really simple. Thanks to the Bills, I've forgotten what it's like to root for a winner. During every one of the Mets/Cubs games, I was sure they'd blow the lead and lose. 1986 seems like forever ago. Granted, I was barely a teenager back then, but in my eyes, my team couldn't lose. Now, in my eyes, my team can't win.
For as much as I love the Bills, I really, really hate them.