2019 Detroit Lions

[gnome]

Me too. Fortunately us Lions fans, being cats, have nine lives. Otherwise Detroit would be a ghost town by now.

I’m trying real hard to not be the Charlie Brown to the Lions Lucy.

I have fell hard in the past. We all have. Every year the promise is made, the hopes are raised, the afternoons, evenings and weekends are planned.

Then disaster.

Moods altered. Tempers short. Plans ruined.

I want to avoid that; yet I want to believe. I yearn to walk tall and swagger because it feels good to back a winner.

Hence I’m faced of wanting to believe but knowing that belief can be a burden.

To believe or not to believe is not merely a question for fandomologists, but for suffering mortals who creep incessantly towards their eventual eternal sleep.

The “Once before I die” t-shirt was a wink towards the futility of being a lions fan; a joke if you will, but became unjokey when I saw that shirt at the funeral of a contemporary.

[Lowell]

To believe or not to believe is not merely a question for fandomologists, but for suffering mortals who creep incessantly towards their eventual eternal sleep.

The “Once before I die” t-shirt was a wink towards the futility of being a lions fan; a joke if you will, but became unjokey when I saw that shirt at the funeral of a contemporary.

A good friend of mine from Boston told me about fans who, after Boston finally overcame the 86-year Curse of the Bambino and won a World Series, poured celebratory beers on the gravesites of their friend and relations who never got to see one.

Our frustration is a mere 62 years and we have no curse to blame, only a succession of failed management, ownership, coaches, players and bonehead plays.

As for expectations, for me there's sort of a 'Skipper's rule' [no new Detroit building is truly finished until it has tenants] that says, no Lions team is for real until they win two playoff games. Wake me when that happens.