Being a die hard fan of a team really is a lifetime committment...like the marriages of our ggrandparents.
For better and worse until they shovel the dirt on you.
I know, that in my almost 50 years since graduation, I have cheered, laughed, and mourned. Torn off my game shirt and threw it in the middle of the road in frustration, bought a bottle of champagne and celebrated a bowl win (and we conceived our son, the Peach Bowl boy).
It was a common language that father-son spoke in a "free zone" during the difficult teen years. It still is.
God bless the die hard fans....sometimes it is a thorny path.