muffler dragon
Bien. Bien chiludo.
I sense an overwhelming tide of apathy in this thread. I work with another former Clowns fan. Nice guy, from Lorain, in his (I think) mid-sixties. He was a fan from childhood and can actually remember the '64 championship team. We were discussing what a disaster they have been since the rebirth today. He said he can remember the moment he was done supporting them...when they drafted Johnny Foosball.
It's an interesting discussion. I think there's a few here that have either totally given up hope, or, like me totally stopped supporting this [Mark May] show. So, the question is, what was the moment for you?
For me? I gave up hope sometime during Mangina's first year. I knew this outfit was NEVER going to get it together. But I can pinpoint the moment I was done supporting them...when they drafted a 28 year system quarterback in the first round. That was it for me. I had a ton of clowns apparel that I used to wear, it all went in boxes and to Goodwill a few months later. Haven't spent a nickel on them since. I couldn't care less of they ever get it together, because I think I get more enjoyment out of their hilarious failures than I ever could from them being competitive.
I don't remember the date. I just recall sitting there in my home, and realizing how miserable I felt on the vast majority of Sundays.
Invested too much emotional capital, and I was done. My Dad still pays more attention than I do; therefore, I hear snippets. But when they drafted that shit stain last year, and my Dad's defending the decision to me, then I just realized that he'd been Stockholmed and I haven't said another word.
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