We are the faithful fans in the stands of a twenty-six consecutive loss NBA team. We are the plastic bleacher seat-filling butts of a 14-year losing streak NFL team. We are the hometown hopefuls of an eighteen season (and counting) floundering MLB organization. And we are the finger-waving fans following a 38 road game losing streak NHL team.

And we refuse to jump off the bandwagon, be fair-weather, boycott the games, or do anything but annually support the teams we grew up loving, admiring, and boasting about to our childhood friends. We don’t need a $500-an-hour psychologist to console us. We don’t need a shoulder to cry on. This is part of sports, but it doesn’t mean we have to like it.

So we band together in our displeasure with like-minded fanatics and anxiously await the next competition where anything can happen. THIS is our comfy couch to vent on, because misery loves company.