“There’ll never be a bandwagon Bucks fan.”
This has long been my reasoning for loving the Milwaukee Bucks. It wasn’t the “Big Dog” cheers for Glenn Robinson. It wasn’t the fact that the stadium was so close to my house growing up. It wasn’t even the Dippin’ Dots or the Easy Street Band at the Bradley Center. It was that the Bucks were something special that no one else seemed to care about.
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I loved them through the purple uniforms that my girlfriend so tenderly describes as “FUG!,” and years of waiting to get out of the first round of the playoffs.