Originally Posted by Timmy®
There was a time years ago, when a Jets loss would determine my mood for Sunday night, Monday and Tuesday. I'm not sure why, but I don't really care that much anymore. If they do well fine, but I'm more concerned about my own life. Might have something to do with mediocre players making millions and my team charging $100 plus for tickets (not to mention they want the fans to buy a license to get ripped off). Don't know why, but it's mentally healthy not getting upset over the Jets. This apathy started after Brien's missed fgs - I actually went to bed and slept like a baby.
Man, when Gastineau got called for that penalty against the Browns in the playoffs, I'm lucky I didn't have a heart attack.
Not quite there, but getting pretty close. I still go through many of my usual game day histrionics (yelling, couch punching, etc.), but with less frequency and intensity.
As for the after effects, the losses still bite, but not with the same sting or longevity. Unlike you, I did not recover fully from the Brien misses for at least a month. However, it was the last time I wore a jersey whilst watching a game (I still don a Jet t-shirt or fleece). Boring, passionless, and one-dimensional.
Where I've really lost complete interest is with the Yankees, the first team of which I became a fan in the early 60s. Think I watched one Yankee game this year.
Around year one or two of the A-Rod era, I just lost virtually all my connection with the team, management, and its players. Too much money, a game which has not evolved, and players whose only allegiance is to their next contract.