All the best people I know are fans of a team. Big fans. People whose lives revolve around two colors and a mascot. These are the people who know about passion, and how to stick with something that's not always going to be perfect. These people can go through season after season of disappointment and still buy a shower curtain or a pair of socks with their teams logo on it, just because the sight of those colors and that mascot incites the same passion within them as they felt when they first fell in love with the team. These people truly believe that despite a bad performance, or a losing season, that their team is the greatest. These people believe that even if the present isn't paying off, there's always the hope of the future.
This love that a fan has for their team is something as
inexplicable as two regular people falling in love, and words fall short of its
true meaning. In my case, it is just a matter of right place and right time.
And just like in real life, everyone has their love stories on how they came to
be fans of a team.
For example, just like in real life, you can't always help who you fall for.
For example, just like in real life, you can't always help who you fall for.
The guys I love to hate... and hate to love. |
Some of us may hate a player so much, that you eventually
confuse your negative passion towards his receding hairline to admiration for
his commercial with his son and just as soon as your hate arrived, it vanishes,
leaving you a very confused NBA fan. You do anything in your power to stay
away from the members of this team, but they’re simply everywhere… and as
suddenly as 3 talented men are brought together, you can almost hear the city
of Cleveland gasp as they lose another neutral NBA fan to the Heat.
And just like in real life, sometimes you find someone when
you least expect it, and never let them go.
Teach me how to Raji |
Finally, in some cases, it is meant to be from the very
beginning.
The drunkest night of every UK students' life |
Some of us are born into fanhood. As soon as you enter the
world (and a brief moment of disappointment overcomes your father as he
realizes you are not the boy he dreamt of) there is a blue and white unisex
wardrobe awaiting you. And growing up, every time an older relative thinks it’s
cute to tell you to say, “Go Cats!” they have no idea how much it sticks with
you. Or when your dad takes you in his arms to your first game, and your little
eyes widen at the sudden realization that you have never been in the same place
with that many people in your short lifetime. When you learn the game from a
team, it is almost as if they become your first true love, and every childhood
nostalgic memory you’ve ever had, has some sort of blue and white connected to
it. You spend your entire lifetime simply believing in the fact that the people
who came before you had love strong enough for this team that you’d be stupid
not to believe in it to. You absorb every name you hear of past players, and
every amazing, historic play that shook the fan base with it’s brilliance, that
you only missed because you weren’t born yet.
And that’s when you realize how much your own team means to
you.
Because of this, because there are many people out there who
have a team they love unconditionally, I have made my decision. I want my love
story to be a sports love story.
One day I’ll notice a dude, and be impressed by his
performance. Maybe I’ll make fun of him for a fumble, and maybe I’ll even
dislike him for his cockiness. I’ll see him every weekend, working on his game,
and maybe hear about something funny he did outside of the arena I know him
from. I’ll creep on his twitter and see that he is really pretty entertaining
and begrudgingly follow him, despite my uneasiness about him. Eventually, he’ll
execute some SportsCenter top 10 worthy plays and before you know it, I’ll be
rooting for him. My agitation towards his team will turn to appreciation and
eventually before I even realize it, I’m a fan.
And just like in real life, the love I have for that team
will be unexplainable, and despite losing seasons, I’m always going to rock my
lucky team undies in hopes of a better season next time around. ;)