NFL Breakup Blues: Navigating Life Without a Team
I recently ended a long term relationship. It was everything I knew. Twenty one years of commitment and love. Through the good times and the bad. It hurts losing your first love, almost as bad as growing apart in the first place. Her name was the San Francisco 49ers.
A man’s team is a part of his soul. I thought it was forever, but I don’t feel it anymore. The beginning was amazing, the nostalgic honeymoon stage.
Everything was so easy. Rice, Young, Owens, Super Bowls and playoffs. Practically orgasmic. And I couldn’t get enough.
Then the hard times came. Number one draft picks, shitty quarterbacks. And I stayed, through thick and thin. It didn’t matter to me that we alternated between mediocrity and laughing stock of the league. We were rich as far as I was concerned, full of memories and history.
It isn’t that we didn’t come back strong. We rebuilt through the draft, assembled a terrifying defense, and got right back in the swing of elite competition. It was short lived, and things fell apart again. It got to the point where I didn’t recognize the team I called my own.
Who are these players? Who am I spending my Sundays with? There were chinks in the armor, and things quickly disintegrated. I lost the love. I’m not innocent at all. I’m a guy, I can’t help it. I joined a league, and got really into fantasy. The aroma of novelty was intoxicating. I got to know other players, and that’s honestly all it was at first. Just fantasy.
But then I started noticing other teams, checking out their rosters.
It’s been one season since I ended it officially. Watching football without someone to root for was weird at first, but I got used to it. I couldn’t even check Niners scores for a while, the wounds were too fresh.
To other men thinking about seeing other teams, think long and hard. Once you make that decision, it’s tough to go back. People will see you wearing random jerseys, and they’ll know it’s nothing more than a rebound, a costume to show other people. It will be painful, especially seeing her celebrate victories with other fans. Make sure it’s really over.
A good team is hard to find, and it may be years before you find another that you really click with. But if the passion is gone, and you can’t even stand to see her play anymore, then you owe it to yourself to end it.
There are plenty of teams in the league.
Editors Note: Chek Walsh is sold on Jimmy Garoppolo, as am I. They seem to work well together, and good for them. I’m happy for them and wish their future success.
Kinda have my eye on Da Bears. I like defense, and I haven’t been as excited about a player as I am for Anthony Miller since Deangelo Williams(Also from Memphis, and ended up with 8,000+ yards, 60 rushing TDs, and a 4.7 yard career average in the NFL) ‘
The Bears stole Anthony Miller in the second round. Lotta teams are gonna regret that one. I’ll root for Miller. He’s game bred, and will kill it. As far as favorite teams are concerned, think I’ll stick with appreciation of the game and its best players without pledging allegiance.