A Declaration

So it's no secret that I'm a Cincinnati Bengals fan and I'll proudly admit to it, but what annoys me is people who feel the need to ask "Seriously?" when I tell them or say "I'm sorry" like I have cancer or something. Fuck you, you can't say anything I haven't heard. Besides I'm a lifelong fan. I'm used to it. Real fans are unwavering not fair weather. That's what casual observers don't understand. It's easy to bounce around to whoever is popular or doing well, but not to tough it out for a couple of decades while your team is the laughing stock of the league. Let's put it this way, in my case there is no doubt I'm, a real, true, dyed in the wool fan because when was Cincy's last great season? Last season was good, the '05 season was good, bu I think the '88-'89 season was the last great season and that was 20 years ago! So let's say in 1988 I, as an eight year old, did decide "Hey, these guys are good, I'll be a fan of theirs." OK, the scene is set. I'm an 8 year old band wagon fan. Well after 20 years of poor play, lazy arm tackles, humiliation, basically being shit on by everyone, I have earned my stripes! But that isn't how it happened. In fact when I was born my dad put a football in one hand, and a Bengals pennant in the other. Then for good measure he spiked me like an endzone celebration. Seriously, it's in my blood. It's in my fucking blood! So, Who Dey?!