There used to be a Subway near where I worked downtown that was always playing the local rap station and at lunchtime they'd do an old-school block for an hour. Numerous times I'd be greeted by that song playing and always had to say CRUMBS at the end.
My grandma died after the Bills blew their second Super Bowl, my dad died after the fourth failure and my brother died a year before the drought ended. And sadly nothing has changed since they left.
Not bothering to watch and letting yourself be emotionally kicked in the balls with a running start every year sounds like a correct option. At least I had more free time during the drought and one less thing to make me hate life.
I know at least one wife who is in the same boat. Man I can't wait for Travis to get dumped. He's not Travis Kelce, football player to most of the world, he's just "Taylor's boyfriend".