I was born in '88, and I can relate to you. The only playoff experiences I remember are Pittsburgh destroying us, the loss in Miami due to that bullshlt personal foul call on Andre Reed, Todd Collins coming off the bench to lose to Jacksonville, and Home Run Throw Up. Add to that that I'm a Mets fan, and yeah...I'd love to know just once what its like to root for a winning sports team.
"Someone convince me how to stop caring so much." Couldn't have said it better myself, man. I truly wish I wasn't so emotionally involved with this team.
I always pulled through the heartbreaking losses knowing that our day had to eventually come...but with this Toronto thing looming over us, all our labor and grief may be for nothing.
Ah well, keep fighting, keep hoping. What more can you do?