After the 2004 Bengals season, I put out the word. Get your season tix now folks! We had a new coach who had lifted the team to relevancy, a flashy and talented wideout, and #1 draft pick at QB who had a cannon for an arm. These new Bengals were on a trajectory of inevitable dominance over not only the division, but the entire NFL. As childless 20-somethings it was time to lock in our allegiance and commit because the days of being able to buy single game tickets to The Jungle would soon be a thing of the past. After galvanizing the troops, we embarked on an era of professional fandom in 2005. We rolled a dozen or so deep. We made an event of every gameday. We knew the team was special and worthy of our investment of time, money, and especially emotion. The whole city rallied behind this burgeoning team because it was clear that after sucking so bad for so long we had finally reached the promised land. My wife and I wore our wedding duds tailgating after having been wed for 12 hou...