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September 19, 2012

SHUTTER SPEED: Fan reality

By Stan Beall
The Star Herald

KOSCIUSKO — Everyday is a challenge.  You wake up, walk out your door and face the world. 

Many times our routines have become so monotonous that we don’t even realize we’re going through a process, just like that person that annoys you doesn’t even realize they’re annoying you, they are just going through the process. 

For example; Fan A constantly harasses Fan B through Twitter, Facebook, emails and even texting about their team’s great “accomplishments.” 

This suddenly zealous fan does this without even being prompted, and proudly wears the colors of their chosen team and posts picture after picture on Facebook depicting their teams logo or slogan for all to see. 

They find you in Walmart and immediately go into how great it is to be a supporter of whomever it is they have chosen to be, whether it’s ringing a cowbell or singing an ode to a hot, or maybe lukewarm, adult beverage. 

Both of those traditions are all good and fine, and being a very adamant, in-your-face kind of fan are all good and well too, but there is one thing that I cannot stand, and maybe I’m not the minority here when I write this—but it absolutely becomes several burrs in my saddle when the loudest and proudest of them all can’t even name their team’s starting tailback or middle linebacker. 

One would think that having such passion for a school would drive a person to learn the players and maybe even learn a thing or two about the game they choose to be so obnoxious about. 

It’s all good and fine to have yourself a blast while enjoying the display of elite athletic ability, or in some cases not so much, but don’t involve someone who is a true fan and has never uttered a word to you about the bleak history of the team you choose to support, or maybe even the non-appeal of your program on a national scale. 

Just let them be, for soon the tides will turn and your little dim light of hope for bigger and better things will fade away and you’re left with one less thing to occupy your Saturdays in the fall once again, because that’s just the way it is, and the way it will always be.