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Bills fans are consistently recognized as one of the best fanbases in the NFL. Derrr they jump through tables though derrrrr. Meanwhile, Titans fans have been a laughingstock for like 20 years. Hope that helps!

The Titans will need to think about putting their backup QB in if they want anything resembling a functional offense. You just hate to see it!

Growing up in Los Angeles in the late ‘80s meant one thing when it came to football: you either rolled with the Raiders or you didn’t care at all. The city was loud with silver and black—jackets, bumper stickers, and graffiti tags stretching from Inglewood to the Valley. Bo Jackson was practically a god. If you said you liked another team, you either had a death wish or no uncles. But me? I was different. It started in 1987. I was nine years old. My uncle—Uncle Ray—was stationed in Houston for a few years while in the Air Force. When he came back that summer, he brought me a gift: a bright red and Columbia blue Houston Oilers snapback. “Didn’t have much L.A. stuff out there,” he said. “But this one looked cool, right?” It did look cool. Weird and different—like something from a different world. That oil derrick logo looked like it could've powered a spaceship. And those colors? Man, they popped. I wore that hat everywhere: to school, to Little League, even to my cousin’s birthday party where a kid literally asked me, “What kind of Clippers hat is that?” I didn’t know anything about the Oilers, but I started learning. In the days before NFL Sunday Ticket or YouTube, keeping up with a team across the country wasn’t easy. But I tried. I scanned the sports section in the L.A. Times every Monday for scores and stats. I'd sneak my dad’s radio into bed, fiddling with the AM dial, hoping to catch some distant Texas station—crackling like ghosts—carrying Oilers talk. And then I discovered Warren Moon. If Bo Jackson was a god, Warren Moon was the astronaut version. Cool, calm, effortless. A cannon for an arm, but more brain than brawn. He threw those tight spirals in that powder-blue jersey like he was painting something. Other kids in my class wore Marcus Allen jerseys. I got my mom to iron #1 onto a blank shirt just so I could rep Moon. I got clowned, sure. But I didn’t care. By high school, the Oilers had broken my heart more than once. The 1993 Wild Card collapse against the Bills? I didn’t talk to anyone for two days. Everyone else had moved on—Cheering the Cowboys in the Super Bowl or the Rams down in Anaheim—but I stuck with Houston. Then, the real gut punch: the move. I’m sixteen. The Oilers became the Tennessee Oilers, then finally the Tennessee Titans. And while most fans felt betrayed, I felt...strangely excited. It felt like a new beginning. A fresh start. They kept the colors, changed the logo. And that new sword-and-shield emblem? That wasn’t just a redesign—it was a badge. I’d made it through the losing seasons, the heartbreak, the cross-country move. Now they were Titans. And I was still here. The 1999 season was magic. I was in college, surrounded by USC and UCLA fans, but every Sunday, I huddled up with my dorm’s tiny TV and watched Steve McNair become a warrior, Eddie George truck fools, and that defense hit like they meant it. And then came the Music City Miracle. I ran screaming down the hallway like a maniac, wrapped in my old Oilers hat (yes, I still had it). Nobody understood. Nobody could. That was my team. My story. The Super Bowl that year ended a yard short. That one hurt. But by then, I knew: being a Titans fan wasn’t about easy wins or national popularity. It was about grit, loyalty, and being a little different. Now I’m older. The Raiders left and came back. The Rams moved away and returned. The city changed, teams changed, but the Titans? They're still mine. I watch every game. I’ve got the Sunday Ticket now, no more static on the AM dial. I fly to Nashville once a year. Got my daughter her first Derrick Henry jersey. And I still have that red and blue snapback—faded, torn at the edges, the logo barely hanging on. It’s a reminder. I didn’t choose the Titans because it was easy. I chose them because it was right. In the middle of L.A., surrounded by silver and black, I found something else. Two-tone blue. And it stuck. The End.

Your posts legitimately scream “INCEL.” I’m not the only one notices!

You retards can’t even tell when an obvious troll is a pretend fan fucking with you. Dumbest fans in league. You’re getting the season you deserve!

Chill out fellow titans fan! I agree with you. Man, remember when they made the big game in 1997? McNabb threw it to Dorsett and almost won the game at the last second, but he ended up 3 yards short. That’s why they always say “3 yards short” when talking about that game. I love the titans!

Ah yes, who could forget the epic duo of Thunder and Lightning? Am I right, fellow titans fans? Yep, that’s what they called them alright! It definitely wasn’t something else. I am a titans fan.

It’s so funny when a retard happens to get something right. They have no idea how to handle it and start thinking it’s because they’re geniuses who must be right about everything. Well, you’re still a dullard who only likes one coach because his last name is Croatian. No actual football knowledge. No desire to gain knowledge. Just dim. The best part is you’re now forced to root for the gayest NFL team: the Patriots. Are they ok with that in Croatia?

LMAO at these homer responses! What’s the definition of insanity? You’ll all be doing the same thing next year and will learn nothing. Breaking records… LOL!

Ward sucks LMAO holy shit. So happy to be watching the Titans today with the Bills already chilling at 3-0. This rules.

Cam Ward sucks. It won’t even be debatable soon enough. Have a good season!

Don’t worry, the convicted sex offender pedophile who was also charged with perjury says that she never saw the guy who can pardon her do anything wrong.

Might uhhhhhh want to check that math again LMAO! If you actually do the math properly, this is a nothingburger. The info is out there and widely available. I wonder if they used Google Gemini though! Nothing was rigged, you are just emo sports fans.