I can’t speak for the world west of the Hudson River, but you seem like logical folks.
You love the good times and loathe the lonely days. But at least when your team is bad you brand them accordingly.
We do the same in New York City, for eight of our nine local, pro sports teams.
Except the New York Knickerbockers, who have some surreal, hypnotic hold over the natives.
No matter how wretched the Knicks become, no matter the endless evidence of their incompetence, the Knicks fan, wrapped in his orange-and-blue Snuggie, insists their beloved basketball club is just a move or two from greatness.