I’ve tried my whole adult life to get my two sons to watch football with me. They’d half watch. On Sundays they’d tell me “whatever.” But they officially have the bug now. They bleed burgundy and gold. Hopefully they don’t have to live through the darkness we all lived through with Snyder and they can grow up rooting for a class, winning organization like I did when I was little. Raise Hail little ones.

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  2. Better late than never! I feel like a lot of kids around their age probably are going through a similar perception change. They weren’t good when I was growing up either but I at least had my mom and all of my uncles who loved the team to rub off on me. We also were only a couple years removed from the original Joe Gibbs era when I was born so there wasn’t quite as much doom and gloom yet lol

  10. True love for a sports team only becomes real after you have suffered with them. That being said I hope they never have to endure that (again).

  12. I did the same thing, started watching halfway through the 2012 season when all of a sudden the entire dmv wanted to talk football again.

    Then I got the fuckin rug pulled out from under me! My own fault for jumping on the bandwagon, apparently you’re supposed to endure at least 12 years of penance before you can enjoy watching the team.

  13. Winning fixes a lot of ills, right? I’d tolerate that crappy stadium, PA system a lot more. Though they need to fire the PA announcer. We know when it’s third down jackhole, we’re the smartest fans in the league.

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