But the thrill was gone, overnight in 1984, when Bob Irsay sneaked the Colts out of my hometown, Indianapolis-bound. By fall, I'd moved to Long Island. And watching football, for me, was like gambling with someone else's money. Most of my New York friends understand why I'm not a Yankees or Mets fan. The Orioles, though pennantless since 1983, are the team I grew up idolizing.
Old rivalries die hard, if at all.
Super Bowls came and went. Even if I've had money on the game. The Ravens don't wear the Colt colors. They play in a stadium I've never set foot in. The old fight song is retired.