At just shy of 40 I'm definitely younger than the rest of you, but it encourages me to know my fandom will neither mellow nor grow wiser with age. Instead you bring me confidence I can stay the same miserable fan I am right now.
I was born in Massachusetts and football in particular and the Patriots in specific were totally irrelevant. Even the 1985 super bowl appearance was ignored. The Red Sox were king and the Celtics were close. The Bruins were a distant 3rd and the Patriots were ignored. So I had no actual favorite football team. Later in childhood I lived in Fresno California and fell in love with all things Fresno State. I held onto that even after moving to Texas in the mid 90s for High School.
In 2001 I moved to Houston 2 months before the Texans kicked off against the Cowboys. David Carr was my favorite ever Bulldog and the first draft pick. It felt ordained for me to love the Texans as Carr became the greatest player ever.
The opening win over the hated cowboys only confirmed the greatness of Carr and my lifetime commitment to the Texans. Neither of those things has worked out like I thought.
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