Growing up in Connecticut, I was a die-hard fan of the New England Patriots. At one point, I didn’t miss a game—either in person or on TV, mostly the latter—for five consecutive years. I screamed at the TV and bought jerseys every other year. When I went to college in Maryland, I kept watching. My first question in my study abroad program’s Facebook group was "Anyone want to watch football with me on Sundays?" I was, in every way, a football fan. Now, a decade later, I am not.