Football is not my favorite sport. It's probably not even in my top three. I was raised in a baseball-worshipping household where football season was just a distraction, tiding us over, holding a warm place on the TV until spring training began. However, we did always root, root, root for our "home" team, our lovable losers: the Cincinnati Bengals. Being a Bengals fan is not always the easiest thing to do, but somebody's gotta do it; and if you hail from Southwest Ohio, it might as well be you (cause it's not gonna be anybody else).
The Bengals have surprised everyone this season by not only SWEEPING the Pittsburgh Douchebags Steelers, but also taking their place in the AFC playoffs (suck it, Roethlisberger), and I couldn't be more ecstatic. This afternoon they play the New York Jets and, though they got absolutely WALLOPED by them last Sunday, I'm not too nervous. It's a big game for us, one of the biggest in the last 20 years, but I'm confident the boys can handle it, and the offense will bring up their game.
Now that I no longer reside in Ohio, it's rare to be able to catch a Bengals game at home. I've missed seeing most of their season play out, but there's no chance in hell I'd miss today's game. It's hard being a lonely Bengals fan in the land where hearts bleed Green and Gold, but this afternoon I'm not ashamed to scream "WHO DEY" at the top of my lungs, for all of Milwaukee to hear.
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