Now to talk about my favorite sports team that has left me in heartbreak for years and years and years, the Pittsburgh Steelers. Every team has a fanbase that claims they are true ride or die supporters, but with this team I really mean it. I am ride or die in the most painful way possible. I have watched this team for more than ten years be completely mediocre, and every single time we show even the smallest flash of greatness, I let myself believe again.

I have sat through the incredible moments like Antonio Brown reaching one handed across the goal line or Big Ben throwing twelve touchdowns in two games. Those highs were unreal. But the bad moments drag me down every time I think about them. Even our most recent playoff appearance, getting blown out again, barely fazed me because I am so used to it at this point. People love to tell Steelers fans that we have it good because we make the playoffs, because we have six Super Bowls, because we never finish under five hundred. Honestly, I think that makes it worse.

We won six Super Bowls and now for more than a decade we celebrate going eight and eight or nine and eight like it is some kind of accomplishment. It feels like a yearly humiliation ritual where we convince ourselves that next season will finally be different. As a fan, it is demoralizing watching a respected organization crumble year after year while you keep holding on to hope anyway.