I feel ya.
I wish I could switch teams but I am hopelessly attached to the team I fell in love with as a kid, like someone still smitten over their first love that got away and is never coming back.
I grew up within a 1/4 mile of the old practice facility, went to school with the players kids like Mel Renfros son, etc; dumpster dived for jerseys and pads at the practice facility, stood on egg crates to watch them practice, got autographs after (and by knocking on the doors of the players houses where the wives would give us signed pictures---should have kept those). I'm forever bonded with something that has been in a coma for 25 years with no signs of awakening and yet I cant walk away, its pathetic
Here's a kid I grew up with with Harvey Martin next to where the practice filed used to be:
good times...