This thread needs a little grounding, so I'm going to resurrect a post I made a while ago:
It used to be the worst thing that can happen was Bucky F-ing Dent, the ball going between Buckner's legs to lose the World Series, or LaFleur scoring during the Too Many Men game to lose the Cup. Since we've become title town, the "worst thing that can happen" becomes whatever game you are watching, and whatever play you decide to kvetch about. A defensive breakdown in a game against Arizona on January 13th becomes the same as losing in triple overtime on a goal by that useless scrub Petr Klima. It's Eeyore on steroids. It's like that dumb donkey won the lottery, built himself a million dollar barn with all the luxuries, and then *****es about his stall not having enough sunshine when a random cloud goes by.
My God I wish just one of these spoiled millennials lived through Lucy pulling away our football in the late 70's and 80's.