Consider this an offshoot of the Sports Dividing Lines thread.
Let’s cut right to the chase: I root for the Detroit Pistons, the Cleveland Browns and the Michigan Wolverines. My loyalties have come under some scrutiny in recent years with the Pistons’ success. That is, every postseason, some jealous Bulls fans keep wondering how I can root for teams in both Cleveland and Detroit when each city has an NFL and NBA team, the implication being that I jumped on the Pistons bandwagon somewhere down the road. Every year, I assure them that it’s always been this way for me, that such is the curse of those hailing from ambiguous territories (I’m from the Toledo, OH area). The jealous Bulls fans generally say something spiteful about how my loyalties should invariably lie within my home state’s borders. I remind them that if that were the case, their lives would be profoundly dull, as they never would have had the good fortune to make my acquaintance at the University of Michigan, but I digress.
I suspect that my dad was the bandwagoner. He was raised in Michigan, but in the late seventies, he moved to Northwest Ohio, where he raised his own family. The Bo vs. Woody rivalry ensured he remained a Michigan man. He may have had a fleeting allegiance to the Lions’ organization following his move, but when Bernie Kosar led Cleveland to some minor success (and some monumental failures) in the eighties, I don’t think he could resist the call of the Dawg Pound. The Pistons’ Bad Boys of 1988-90 must have cemented whatever loyalty remained to the Pistons’ organization. The Tigers also won the World Series in '84, but that one apparently didn’t stick.
Woody was fired before I was born, I was too young to remember The Drive or The Fumble, and I have only vague memories of the Bad Boys’ back-to-back rings. All I know is that when I came into my own as a sports fan in the early 90s, my older brother and my dad rooted for the Wolverines, the Browns and the Pistons. Who was I to argue? Eventually, I suffered through Chris Webber’s timeout, Gary Moeller’s tenure as UM’s head football coach (I remember hearing the M stood for “Mediocre”), a kidnapped Browns franchise, and those few years when I couldn’t tell which was worse, the Pistons’ record or their new color scheme. It may seem a little odd to some people, but I’ve bled with these teams as much as any fan my age. So don’t come crying “bandwagon” at me when I don my Pistons shirt for game 3 on Sunday (in Cleveland, ironically), or when the Browns finally win their first Super Bowl. I’ve been here, and I’ll always be here.
Damn, that was pretty long. So…anyone else have any loyalties unconstrained by geographical boundaries? Can you defend them?