There were 2 minutes left in Friday night’s preseason football game. My once-beloved Kansas City Chiefs were losing 4,000a to 0 and my wife casually uttered the most horrific thing I’ve heard, to date, in our marriage: “I think someday, maybe, I might end up having to root for the Patriots.”
A little bit of background here. We live in Boston, but are both transplants. I’m originally from Kansas City; she’s from St. Louis. Her primary allegiance is to hockey and the Blues, but we have both been able to root for the Bruins. The Celtics were also an easy adoption for us since neither home city has an NBA team (stupid Kings). The Red Sox are tolerated and generally well-wished in our household, but will never be our primary team.
Then, there’s the Patriots.
I abhor the Patriots. To quote Dr. Perry Cox from TV’s Scrubs: I “megaloathe” them. I hate their sense of entitlement. I hate their mumbling, hoodie-wearing coach. I hate their pretty boy quarterback. But, most of all, I hate their fans. There’s a fine line between Pats fans and, say, Sox fans or Bruins fans – since it’s mostly the same group of people – but, I don’t have the energy to try to make sense of that for you right here and now. You just have to trust me that there is a difference.
So, in her earnest attempt to reconnect to a sport she genuinely enjoys – and despite the unfortunate scenario of being a Rams fan in Massachusetts – my lovely wife audibly contemplated the unthinkable.
Now, she has given me the charge to wade through the remaining NFL teams to find her a suitable team to root for. This will start with a trial, one-season fandom. After which, she is free to continue or abandon as she deems fit. What follows is my initial reaction to each team. A final decision will be made prior to the beginning of the season.
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