, my grandpa and my Uncle Mike were always parked in front of the TV in the living room, watching the game, and of course, I thought they were the coolest dudes in the world so I wanted to watch with it with them. Basically, I equated the sport of football with "Steelers", i don't think I even had a grasp on how many other teams were in the league until I was 7 or 8 years old. But yeah, that was in the mid-80's when the team was atrocious, and they'd lose most weekends, which of course, would piss everyone off lol. In any event, when they WOULD win it would feel so good, and the joy that the rest of my family would exhibit rubbed off on me I guess. So yeah, by the time I was 9 or 10, it was pretty much cemented in me, I was a fan and I knew I would be until my dying breath. A small part of me has always taken pride in the fact that I became a fan during a time when the team wasn't so good; nobody can ever accuse me of being a bandwagoner.
Same thing here, the games were not very pretty but the men gathered and cussed in front of the TV and the women hid in the kitchen.