This question is unfair to a Cincinnati Bengal fan. After yesterday's showing, I'm down here in my fan cave doing the Icky Shuffle and lighting candles at my shrine to Greg Cook trying to make sense of it all.
Oh! The Humanity!
The fact of the matter is that the Cincinnati Bengals and their overall record are probably the reason I'm a deer hunter. I generally don't worry about how the games go. I can go hunting and come back Sunday night assured that the Earth continues to spin on its axis and the Bengals have lost. I usually don't really even get all that interested in pro ball until after deer season ends. If you're a Bengals' fan, there really isn't that much you worry about except how bad the Cleveland Browns lose, or whether Rothlisberger gets injured. Over Thanksgiving, I used to watch to see how bad Kitna was going to lose, but that was just for old time's sake. I hear the Cowboys have him now-- good luck with that!
On the other hand, part of my deer hunting experience is wrapped up in those long rides back to town, listening to the Bengals lose on the radio. It kind of went well with bow hunting-- another weekend of getting skunked, another trip back with an unfilled tag on my back, 3 hours of driving in the rain listening to Phil Samp drone on about how Ken Anderson just isn't up to par and how the defense just can't quite gel. Horst Muhlman shanks another off to the side and another march to the 35 yard line ends in shame. The wipers need to be replaced. I listen to a few more 4-and-outs and then decide to stop for fried chicken. When I come out, the game's over and I don't even care about the final score.
. . . but then again, I it could be worse. I could have been born in Detroit.