That's pretty much what I noticed too. When we still lived under the same roof, our family used to watch the games together, my parents, my sister and me. I played for many years, my father coached for even longer and even my mother was involved. When we started our own families, we still watched religiously from our respective living rooms and talk about it every time we met, but now we don't talk about it at all. It's like it doesn't even exists anymore. I had a conversation with a new neighbor who's about my age and he seemed to have a similar family/hockey tradition and he told me it was the same thing for him. Many people told me that.
Being mad at the team for being bad is one thing, but I never thought it could get to this point. Of course things could get better and they'll win us back, someday, but Bergevin/Molson will always be remembered as one of the worst management team in this team's history, if not the worst. The feeling of waking up in the morning thinking "Yesss, game day!" seems like a very distant memory. I'm not joking, it feels like I'm mourning right now.