I live near a lifelong NY Giants fan. Rather, he was until he moved to Seattle, when he promptly exchanged navy blue for turquoise, or whatever that dainty-ass color is. He seems happy enough with the trade, but I'm appalled. I couldn't do it. Sure, there are days when I want to hunt down and vivisect all 53 Steelers, the coaches, the conditioning staff and the kid who coils the coach's headphone cable, but I would never cheat on them.