Guys, I just need a space for my grief. Please don't roll your eyes. There is absolutely years of pain behind this post.
1991...
1991 is the last time I saw a MN sports team taste glory - I was six.
No, I don't give a shit about the Lynx.
Something about this loss feels final. Something about this loss feels like a line in the sand.
It feels like a Eulogy waiting to be written for the death of my fandom.
In terms of my sports fandom, I was down to the Gophers alone. I had given up on all pro sports teams, and I was down to the Gophers.
But something about this loss is absolutely....just, final.
I see no reason to continue to donate to NIL, I see no reason to renew my season tickets, I see no reason to tune in.
Were it not for promising a friend I'd take him to Wisconsin, I'd be done. I just am done, as a sports fan I think.
This loss is just different.
I am 14% embarassed to post this. I am still 32% inebriated. But my guys, I see no reason to TRY to find joy in this empty bottomless pit that is MN sports.
None of this matters, I realize that - and that's the peace I draw. Sports are fucking dumb, and MN just isnt't fated to ever be a contender in jack shit. It's a great place to live, just don't fall prey to cheering for sports here, it's a fallacy predicated on false hope. There are no closers here.
Posting with full knowledge I will cringe at my emotions later...and yet, I'm that kid who is stubborn and means what he says. I think...