I admit it: I am. Not because I’m a fan of either team, but because I want to see the real brawl: Apotheosis Trolls vs. Swifties. I figure that Zodiac and Three Year Letterman will find the prospect of poking the Taylor Swift megafans with sticks to be irresistible, and honestly? I’m there for it. It’s not really nice fun, but sometimes you don’t want to be the good guy.
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I would like to see the Lions go to the Superbowl, but I expect them to flame-out against the 49ers. They will do great for 3 quarters and then fall apart. My wife expects the ravens to get creamed, but then she is actively cursing sports betting in Maryland.
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Now I have to go look up “apotheosis trolls”. I get the words individually, but together they make as much sense as “Senatorial Dinosaurs”.
One can never have “expectations” for The Lions, because disappointing is what they DO.
On that note, though, getting to the Superbowl and then losing to TayTay would be Peak Lions.
Long suffering Lions fan here, this playoff run is an amazing experience. I can handle having to deal with swifties if it means a superbowl
Go sportsball woooo
I want the Lions to go to SuperBowl because I hate the 49ers. I want the Ravens to go to the SuperBowl because I want to stop having to switch to Taylor Swift reaction shot. And I want someone else to go to the SuperBowl.
It’s always good to find a fellow 49er hater. My favorite team is whoever is playing the 49ers that week. I would like any team except the 49ers to play in the Super Bowl. I hope the Lions embarrass the 49ers. I hope they beat the 49ers so badly that people come to see their entire season as a strange illusion.
I hate their uniforms and their stupid helmets and Joe Montana and stupid Jerry Rice and stinking Bill Walsh. I despise Steve Young and Eddie DeBartolo and the whole stinking, cheating, short-pass-and-run-out-of-bounds West Coast Offense playing gaggle of jerks that ever played for them.
I better stop before I suffer some kind of medical emergency.
Nine years ago, I would have cared.
Probably too much.
Seven years back, I would have vented my spleen against millionaires actively insulting their country, and the organization that enabled them in doing so.
Now, I simply do not care.