I had the misfortune to be born, into a place that was forlorn. At just the wrong time, besides the wrong place, for the Lions had just traded away their quarterback Ace.
All should have been bright and gay, but then they traded Bobby Layne away. In the fifties they had dominated: Winning the Championship in 52, 53, and 57, as a Lions fan I should have been born into NFL heaven. All should have been bright and gay, but then they traded Bobby Layne away. As Bobby Layne left that day, all hope of future Championships died away, for Bobby Layne had this to say:
“The Lions will not win again for fifty years!”
Ha! He’s just bitter (they thought). Ha! Curses aint true (we thought). Ha! Milt Plum will save us! Ha! If not he, Bill Munson or Greg Landry! Not them? Then Gary Danielson or Eric Hipple, Chuck Long or Scott Mitchell! Okay, okay, this gets much worse. Okay, okay, I started to believe in the curse! But wait, but wait! Rodney Peete will save us! But wait, but wait, it’s Andre Ware! No?!! I got it! Our savior must be named Joey, and our G.M. slot we’ll be a fillin, with a dunce of the name Matt Millen! Continue reading