David vs Goliath Leads to 5 Stages of Grief

There are five stages of grief that ultimately end with “Acceptance.” My biggest sports grief is not when the Spurs lost to the Heat in Game 6 of the 2013 NBA Finals. Nope. My biggest sports grief is when the Houston Oilers moved to Nashville, Tennessee. The announcement made when I was 18-years old, leading to the first stage of grief – “Denial.”

I often go weeks or months without thinking about it. Unfortunately, there are times when someone brings up an embarrassing Oilers moment – like when they blew the biggest lead in playoff history to the Buffalo Bills. Suddenly, I’m a distraught teenager again filled with pain that only a sports fan can feel.

The Oilers move impacted how I felt about football for years. I did not cheer for the Tennessee Titans for very long because I felt jilted. Then Steve McNair died. 25 years later, in February of this year, I met Oilers great Warren Moon at Super Bowl Radio Row. It was nice to hear that he is still hurt by the team’s past failures – namely its inability to win a Super Bowl.

I have since fallen in love with another football team. I started cheering for the New Orleans Saints when they temporarily called San Antonio home, following Hurricane Katrina. I’m passionate about my team. In fact, my daughter and I attended a Saints game at the Superdome last season. As much as I love the NFL and my Saints, those feelings will never come close to my first love – the Oilers.

I really need to buy some retro baby blue swag. I’m sure it’ll bring a tear to my eye… and a smile to my face at the same time. Love ya, Blue! Always will.

  • Michael Jimenez