This comes by popular demand, congressional oversight, and revelation... once, a soldier questioned my fandom and this was the reply...
Are you doubting my fanhood?!
Before i was born i was a fan,
and before there even were fans there was me
The ancient of days knew my name
and my roar
When the waters came, Noah knew my love
and my cry
When Hector stood before Achilles,
I gave him strength to die
When Odysseus fooled the cyclops,
i cheered him on
When 300 Spartans broke the Persian armies
I Inspired every swipe of their deadened arms
I was there for the light brigade and their fateful charge
I was there for Washington as he led ragged recruits to victory at Valley Forge
Lincoln heard my cries and held together the country
strong courage did he take from me
Doc, Wyatt, and his brothers were faster
because my presence inspired them on
When sweetness had sacrificed all
It was I who inspired the 46' defense to bring him the victory
When Michael almost died in game 5
It was my heart beating that held him strong
In short, think of the literary figure of the Ellycrys and her willingness to give her life and eternity for the earth - now, "take that multiply it by infinity; take it to the depths of Forever; and you will still only have a glimpse of what I am talking about."
Am I Invested?! Fan enough to be there?!
My bones forge the stadium posts, my skin the stitches in the rawhide.
Those who make Everest take oxygen from my breath
The Berlin wall fell before the weigth of my fandom
The question is, could anything in this universe have power enough to stope me yet also so invest themselves as to sacrifice it all in order to keep me from supporting my team... cause that is what it would take.
You forget... I'm not just a sit down in the plush chairs eating a hot dog while talking to friends and occasionally watching the game as a social event weak sauce detrimental to the sport kind of a fan... Boy, I'm ready to play! The question is, is the team ready for me? (you know i wouldn't need shoulder pads for these boys anyway...)
There for the team? Will my cries strenthen their hearts? Will my passion feed their capacity to win? Will my heart beat the rythm of their plays?
Neither heavan nor hell, neither heighth nor depth, neither flood nor fire, neither sword nor disaster shall keep me from my duty to the game and my love for my team. Don't you understand?
My Blood Keeps the Stadium Grass Growing.
Dave
