I used to love baseball and American football. But, when I was 15, our football team snuck out of the city in the middle of the night in a moving van.
These days, teams moving to and fro is common place, but, back then, it was heresy. Especially the way it was done. I was pissed. I am pissed. The whole city was/is pissed. For decades.
To this day, we do not say the C-word. When Indianapolis visits, they are referred to as "the professional ball team from Indianapolis".
Soon thereafter, I joined the army. Right out of basic training, I spent my 18th birthday, also Superbowl Sunday, in a flooding and freezing foxhole in the swamps of Georgia. At that point, I gave up my interest on professional sports.
I then learned that darts was my game. Sharp objects being thrown while drinking.. What could go wrong?!?