In 1999, when Barry Sanders abruptly retired in his prime, I was a 16 year old teenage boy who reacted by crying. I think I also burned a Sanders jersey and some of his football cards. I did all this despite having several years of learning how the Lions worked. That, and also my father lamenting how sorry he was he made me a Lions fan.
Fast forward to 2016 and Calvin Johnsons retirement (once again in his prime). A now 33-year-old me, who at this point has at least 25 years of disappointing memories (including the 0-16 season, which I cheered for near the end, because, why not?), reacts with a good for you, Calvin for getting out of this hell-hole while you can.
I wish I could time travel and punch my 16-year-old dumbass self in the face.