You walk into Ford Field expecting to hear the roar of the crowd, but instead you hear a faint, pitiful sniffle echoing across the empty stadium. Down by the 50-yard line, the Detroit Lions logo itself sits on the turf, shoulders slumped, eyes watery. The once-proud blue lion is pawing at the ground, tail drooping like it’s given up on life.

“Another season, another heartbreak,” it mutters between sobs. Mascots and logos from other teams peek in through the tunnel, whispering and trying not to laugh. A single popcorn bag rolls across the field like tumbleweed. The scoreboard is off, but in the lion’s mind, it’s still flashing all those L’s.