As a lifelong, cursed fan of the Jets (don’t know why I didn’t pick the Giants—or even the Bills since most of my extended family is from Buffalo), I no longer care about football. Woody Johnson’s ownership beat it out of me.
I now just root for good players and coaches to find success elsewhere.
Sometimes I feel blessed that my conditioning of being a "lifelong" fan was broken in my early 20s. When my favorite NFL team was bought by someone who came across as a mix between a televangelist and a used car salesman who then hired a coach I despised. Instantly ended my Dallas fandom...