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Oct 21, 2009
I am not one of those people that would ever be accused of being a huge sports fan. I don't know stats, can't tell you every name of every member of the ball club, can't give you the last list of the last 10 managers of one of the greatest teams in baseball.
Is that what is needed to be a fan? Is it not enough to try to follow as many games as possible, to root for the team in good times and bad, to be confident in the ability of the club to rebound every year?
If it's not, I guess I'm not a fan.
That said, if I'm not, I do a mean impression. I'm writing this during game 3 of the ALCS series, where the Yankees are ahead by 7 in the game itself and up by 2 in the series.
Wait.
Make that up by 9, and I couldn't be happier. True, I missed some games this year. Then again, I know diehards who give up on the team within a month of the season opening because the pitching isn't up to snuff.
Still, there will be those who say I'm a 'fair-weather fan.' There are worse things. All I can tell you is that right now, I'm as hung up on seeing the next pitch as the season ticket holders who never miss a game.
To me, that's what matters. Diehard or once a year, a fan's a fan. Be a fan of something, it can be rewarding once in a while.
For example, when your team is stomping a bunch of dirtbags from Anaheim 10-1.
