BY TROY PHILLIPS
Let’s start with the obvious.
There are those who stake their undying fanhood to each and every one of the 32 teams in the NFL. Somehow, there are even masochists that back futile franchises like the Jaguars and Browns, the kind that make squandering hopes as much the spectacle as anything that takes place on the field each week. But that’s what makes competition work on a national scale: the fist pumping, the floor pacing (ahem, Redskins fans, ahem), the blind faith and broken hearts. The foolhardiness and bandwagon-jumping and bitter rivalry which inevitably result when you align your ambitions with the success of young, athletically-gifted celebrities who showcase their talents on behalf of an assigned city.