I don't usually post after a loss because I don't want to say something I'll regret (not a hard and fast rule though) but I thought your post deserved a response, and I'll try to do it with kindness, because I do hear you.
I watched Fitzroy destroy us by 190 pts. I watched us get heartbroken in 87 then destroyed in 88. I saw Essendon come back from (I think) 48 pts when we had won the first 5 games of the year. I watched craps sides (St Kilda aside) hold up the cup. I've seen us with talent to burn, and then burn that talent. I've seen more false dawns than you've had breakfasts. I was 5 years old before I saw our first win, and that was going to the G to watch them maybe 8-10 times a year.
I've been burnt, scolded, chopped up, [censored] up, cut, smashed, stabbed, humiliated, and had my heart broken a million times by this club.
But I keep coming back. Why do I do that?
Because I was born with red and blue blood pumping through my veins into my MFC heart. I was Checker telling the boys to play like Demons. I was Barassi holding up yet another cup. I was Big Jim running over the mark. I was Smith at the Gabba. I was Yze stealing the game from Adelaide... Schwartz doing another knee... Flower sublimely taking on 3 opponents and making them look stupid... Gawn missing a sealer... Simmonds being pole-axed.... Froggy leaving his man to win a GF. I am all those things, and more.
Because I am Melbourne. That's why I come back again and again. Because I know no other way, and would rather be in agony supporting my side when they finish last than support any other side that won the flag.
I have no choice, but even if I did I'd still be here. Because I have faith. Faith that one day all of this will be repaid in spades.