I'm a little embarassed and ashamed to admit this. It has been building up for a while now however. The only person I've ever discussed it with is my friend Karl. I've tried to bury these feelings inside me and not let them show, but I just can't do it anymore, I have to be true to who I am.
After 18 years as a Cleveland Browns fan, I can't take it anymore. I gave up on watching them three years ago. I turned to the Browns in 1988 after I felt let down by the Bengals in the Super Bowl. I stood by the Browns through mediocrity and downright abyssmal seasons...not to mention five years without even fielding a team.
But last year, I started to return to my roots. I watched every Bengals game on television straight through the playoffs. I was on the edge of my seat this year for the first preseason game. I'd never even watched a preseason NFL game before...
I found myself loving Carson, Rudi, CJ, Hooch, Chris Perry, etc.
And now, I just have to admit that I am once again a Bengals fan, and that my father was right all these years...
Who Dey!