You called a post pattern "the Stanley Morgan play" when playing snow football with your buddies.
You consider Nelson-Blackmon-Tippett-McGrew the best set of LB in NFL history because, well, **** the Steelers and Giants.
You KNOW Michael Haynes and Raymond Clayborn were the best CB duo ever because, well, **** the Raiders.
Any time someone freezes in fear, your immediate thought is how much they remind you of Tony Eason against the '85 Bears.
You will know who Ben Dreith is until the day you die, even if you get Alzheimer's. You may recall your wife.
You watched some skinny kid from Michigan take over from the Franchise and lead the team to an impossible Super Bowl victory and still didn't believe it as it was happening because it was so contrary to the entire history of everything you'd seen leading up to that point in time.
You think Steve Grogan was the toughest QB you'd ever seen, and wondered how anyone with a giraffe neck like that who took punishment like that could play as long as he did.
Your best mate and football buddy for life at university eventually got married and named his first kid Brady (note: I am not from the USA, nor is he).
You know who the Booby Jester is. Shout out to the Usenet gang from days long gone by (does it still exist?).
You remember we had three guys with the name "Adams" on the team at the same time that our backup QB was named "**** Shiner".
You still wonder what pictures Ken Walter had.
And it has been all gravy since then.
So you listen to the entitled whiners who've never known Scott "Missin" Sisson, Hart Lee Dykes, Eugene Chung (whom you still sometimes refer to the current Patriot Safety as), Kenneth Sims, Rod Rust, Marion Butts, Hugh Millen and so many many more who can't handle a 3 and out and roll your eyes and think... At least when it goes back to the way it was, we won't have these idiots around any more; it'll just be me and the hard core.
