I’m a Lions fan. Hey, quit laughing, you fucker!
This is through no fault of my own. It’s a result of being Michigan born-and-raised, and from having irresponsible parents who should have known to nip this in the bud.
This is where you say, “Yeah, I can relate. I’m a (your football team here) fan.” No. Shut up. Wrong. You can’t relate.
You a Bengals fan? Your team’s been to the Super Bowl. Next.
Ditto the Falcons, Chargers, pretty much any other sad-sack franchise you can name. And if your team hasn’t been there, it probably hasn’t been around for even half as long as the Pontiac Pussies.
The Lions have won one playoff game since 1957. (And I was there! After the game, adult men, strangers, were hugging me with tears in their eyes.)
The vortex of this team’s ineptitude is inescapable, once entered. No Detroit Lions head coach has gone on to be a head coach elsewhere in the NFL for at least the past 30 years. Think about that. And name a Lions quarterback, running back, wide receiver - hell anybody - that has gone onto success elsewhere?
When the defense is good, the offense sucks. When the offense is good, the defense sucks. The year they had both together, and their best shot at the Super Bowl, they had that Fred-Flinstone-looking buffoon Wayne Fontes as the “coach;” Scott Mitchell went from the best quarterback in the league in the regular season to a pissing-his-panties deer in headlights against Philadelphia, and the Eagles built up a 51-7 lead on their way to dispatching the Lions from the playoffs in the first round.
While these jack-offs hire the Wayne Fonteses and Monte Clarks of the world, they let assistants like Don Shula and Marty Schottenheimer go on to do their thing elsewhere. Sorry, you’re just not “Lions material.”
They had one of the greatest, most consistent kickers in the league for about 10 years - until he had a 38-yard field goal to beat the 49ers and send the Lions into the championship game, with just a few seconds left on the clock. What do you suppose happened then?
The 49ers went on to become a dynasty. The Lions? Uh, er …
In 1980 they started the season 4-0, and had the sheer audacity to make one of those novelty songs about how they were going to The Super Bowl! (This is probably where the Bears later got the idea for “The Super Bowl Shuffle”)
“Another One Bites the Dust.” By the end of the season, the Lions didn’t even make the playoffs, and the local radio stations were playing the parody, “Another One Kicks Our Butts.”
The disillusionment playing for the Lions can have on the occasionally talented players that they have is best displayed by Barry Sanders, who became so fed up with the Lions snatching mediocrity from the jaws of above-average, he retired and didn’t bother to tell anybody. Those brainiacs in Lions management figured it out at training camp the following fall.
I could go on. I’ve gone on long enough. The mosaic of ridiculously heart-breaking disappointments this franchise has woven makes pointing to individual ones not quite good enough.
Now a few asshole NFL owners, led by Lamar Hunt in Kansas City, want to take the Thanksgiving game away from us, and rotate it among all teams. Hey, shithead – that’s not an NFL tradition, that’s a Lions tradition. They started it. Want to rotate it? Rotate the late-to-the-party Cowboy game!
Fuck, give us something …