The three of us--Jeremy Shere, Dan Shere, and Todd Hasak-Lowy, all grew up in the metro Detroit area, and we're all long-time, long-suffering Lions fans. For years, we've endured one crappy season after another and coped by exchanging long, elaborate emails and texts trying to make sense of it all. Existential questions abound: Why do we care? Why do we keep allowing the consistently worst football team of all time lure us back in to keep giving more fucks when we already know how it's gonna end (with yet more heartbreak and self-loathing, obviously)? Why can't we just renounce the Roar once a