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I always watch my failed football team at my brother Ryan's place. In a year like this one, it becomes more about family than football. Each season we tinker with game day traditions that we hope will influence the outcome of the game. Last year we ate the same thing every week since our team was winning we didn't dare monkey with the formula.

In August my brother helped me move, and we found my old Mork action figure complete with mullet. For those of you who are too young to remember Mork was a TV sitcom starring Robin Williams as a space alien living in suburban Denver (yes it was as bad as that sounds) Anyhoo my brother asked if he could be the keeper of Mork, and I acquiesced. It was tough to give up the Mork in the age of eBay, but my brother is always the one who helps me move and he doesn't ask for much. He did get the Barbie Benton poster also, but other than that he asks for very little.

The night of our first game of the year I took the Mork figure over to Ryan's place and we took turns making bad jokes in our best hyper-active fake Robin Williams voices. You can probably do a better Robin Williams in your head than we do anyway so try it;

Mork - 'whoa the Chiefs aren't looking so good, maybe they should throw the bomb. Speaking of bombs did ya ever see death to smoochy?

And so it went, the bad jokes and losses piled up. Those of you who follow football know that my team is terrible this year, and has been called one of the biggest disappointments in the league.

Tonight I will go to Ryan's not because my team has a shot at the playoffs (they don't) and not because I think we will win (we prolly won't) but because I love my brother and this is what we do.