The trials of a fan, Part 3
Anger is part of a fan's yearly devotion to his/her team. One moment you're praising the efforts of your favorite team and the next you're cursing at the television, knocking lamps off tables and swearing that you'll never root for those idiots ever again. But we just keep coming back.
For two weeks I've illustrated moments that have made me jump with joy and others that made slightly more sad than a man would normally admit. Today however, I'm going to unload a few painful memories. I'll start with the most recent.
Just three weeks ago my beloved Carolina Panthers traveled to Buffalo to play the Bills in what looked to be a sure win for the boys in black and blue.
I was just a week removed from DeAngelo Williams breaking my heart when he fumbled inside of the 10 yard line against the Seattle Seahawks allowing them to drive for the game-winning score for a 12-7 Panthers loss.
I watched the Buffalo game from the comfort of my girlfriend's apartment with her cousin and enjoyed most of it as the panthers seemed to be in control.
We (I like to think the Panthers and I are one) had a six-point lead with less than two minutes left in the game before we punted to the lowly Bills.
Unfortunately, Buffalo marched down the field and got a huge help from a Luke Kuechly pass interference. With two seconds left on the clock EJ Manuel found a wide open receiver in the end zone for a dramatic win.
I was floored. I was angry.
The Panthers have this reputation of choking late in games and I was flat tired of it. I sat in disgust and used a few choice words in reference to my favorite football team.
The last time I could remember being so angry with the team was when Jake Delhomme threw five interceptions against the Arizona Cardinals in the first round of the 2009 playoffs.
But as hard as it can be at times, I stand by my team. Even if they trade away the one player whose jersey I own (Jon Beason) during the year I made it my mission to tailgate every home game regardless of if I had tickets.
I rarely get angry with my Yankees but there have been a few occasions where I've been disgruntled with Charlotte 49ers basketball. Not because they lose any big games in stupid ways, but because they're draped in mediocrity and don't seem to mind.
When I was a student living on campus I was excited to attend games that I thought would be entertaining. Don't get me wrong, some were incredible games, but for the most part I saw a steady defeat of a team that just couldn't get it right.
Either the coach was befuddled and clueless or star players were constantly suspended because they couldn't stay out of trouble with the team or even the law.
Few things are more frustrating than a team that can't get out of its own way.
Hopefully the Charlotte football team continues to impress me, the basketball team finds the right track and the Panthers really give me something to be proud of on Sundays ... that way they can be in next week's column.