Fandom is comradery. At a ballgame, as in a place of worship, no one is alone in the crowd.
Fandom is guided by the delightful fact that spectators are allowed, and even expected, to join in the vocal part of the game, to try to put the batsman off his stroke at the critical moment by neatly timed disparagements of his wife's fidelity and his mother's respectability.
Fandom is so crazy these days that the only two people in the entire stadium who look normal are the team mascots.
Fandom is guided by the delightful fact that spectators are allowed, and even expected, to join in the vocal part of the game, to try to put the batsman off his stroke at the critical moment by neatly timed disparagements of his wife's fidelity and his mother's respectability.
Fandom is odd. To say "We won" when your team wins in a sport is a lot like saying "We got laid" when watching porn.
Fandom is so cracy these days that the vendors might as well go up and down the aisles hollering, "Peanuts, popcorn, bandages.
Fandom is so serious a thing that one almost gets the impression that if football were banned, the fans would still show up every weekend anyway.