I’m pretty devastated.
Congrats to the Bombers, I’m glad they ended their long drought… but ours gets longer.
I’m 26 and I was 6 last time we won. Don’t mean to be sexist, but hey, I was honestly way more interested in Barbies than football when I was 6 and I’ll admit that. 6 year old girls especially don’t often care about football.
But I still watched. My parents were Season ticket holders when I was young (my aunt still is, my parents canceled there’s when we moved to Kitchener-Waterloo). Every game I cheered.
Most of what I remember growing up. … we were bad. I watched us go 1-17. 3-15. Every other bad year in the 2000s. That’s the Ticats I grew up cheering for as a young girl. But STILL every year,. I watched.
In high school, I got my boyfriend to watch. To support our poor to mediocre team. Regardless of our record, he fell in love with the sad sack team, just like I had. We watched the 2013/2014 loses together. He’s a massive fan now-maybe bigger than me. He loves the Ticats. We went to three games this year, and he and my dad went to the East Final (I worked).
We had a child 15 months ago. Bought her an adorable tiny little toddler jersey. She wore it every game and sleeps in it when the games are late.
I thought this was the year. Again. Every year I think it’s our year. Every year I’m disappointed. With a 15-3 record, I hoped it was different.
I’m left again saying “maybe next year”.
I’m so tired of that.
Lost in the “Yay Winnipeg finally won, they had a 29 year drought!” is that we’re also a starving fanbase. We having won in the 2000s. Our fans are just as deserving.
It hurts. I’m happy for them … but it hurts. I’m heartbroken today.