Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Fair weather fans, did you enjoy the Giants parade?

For years I've called all Giants fans fair weather fans. Usually, they only show up when the team is having a winning streak or the beginning of the season after a World Series win. The ones who do show up with any regularity are generally there to socialize and eat their way through the new-ish stadium. How can I tell?  I've been to several games, and I am NOT a fan at all, where I have noticed that most of the folks there are dressed like they just came from work and didn't bother to grab any Giants gear to wear to the game. Then, and this part gets me, they are too busy waiting on line for food and alcohol, chatting with co-workers, and milling about the stadium to actually watch the game! The athletes will play whether you watch or not, but you've come to see a game, cheer them the fuck on.
Personally, I am an A's fan. They are my boys, and no matter how they play, I will love and support them. We used to get season tickets, but between the economy and my belief that I bring a big black rain cloud with me that gives them bad luck, we don't buy them anymore. That doesn't stop us from watching all the televised games and listening to the rest on the radio. Why? Because we are real fans. Real fans love their team all year and every season.  Real fans don't need fancy stadiums with 25 types of beer and gourmet food items. Real fans actually watch the game, understand the game, and pay attention to what is happening right in front of them. We scream, we cheer, we chant, we clap, we boo the other guys, and we jump out of our seats when one of our boys hits one out of the park.
As this season approached playoffs and my boys came so close, yet so far, we saw the increase in brand new Giants fans.  Everywhere you went, people were wearing orange and black.  People who didn't wear it all freaking season. Fast forward to the World Series, and holy shit, the whole Bay Area was wearing some form of Giants gear.  Even supposed fans of OTHER teams.  Which is it?  Do you know how this works? Crossing party lines in baseball is verboten. It's just not done, unless, and ONLY unless you are a transplanted resident of another state.  Then you are permitted to root for both of your home teams.  Beyond that scenario, two-faced fake fans are nauseating and make my fucking skin crawl.  To me, this means you are probably not even a baseball fan. Do you know which end of the bat makes contact with the ball? Douche bucket.

Probably more nauseating than the bullshit fans I had the misfortune to witness, was the news coverage of the playoffs. There was what probably added up to hours and hours of coverage of the Giants progress throughout, but if you blinked, you'd have missed the brief snippets of coverage of the A's playoff games. These are local fucking news stations.  Just because they are an Oakland team and not the "big city" team, it doesn't detract from the fact that they were smoking hot this season.  Particularly the end of it. Like the redheaded stepchild of Bay Area baseball, the A's were all but ignored by newscasters and TV stations.  Networks made fantastic commercials about the playoffs and 9 out 10 of them had no A's representation. What the fuck is that about? Too ghetto for the rich white network?
Genuine lifelong baseball fans will relate to what I am saying and agree with me wholeheartedly. We love the sport, we derive real joy from watching the game, and we are true to our team through thick and thin. We don't care if all we get is a Bud Light and a hot dog, as long as we can watch our boys play our favorite game in person, we are the happiest fans on the planet. We wear the gear throughout the year, and we have closet space reserved for all the gear we can't seem to stop purchasing.  Oh wait, that last part's me. But you get the point, which is there are fans and there are posers.  By Friday, I predict that all the fake Giants fans who went out and bought the World Series t-shirts to traipse around town like they even watch baseball, will all return to their regular outfits and the t-shirts will be tossed aside like dirty dishrags.  I'll still be wearing my A's sweatshirts, because it's getting chillier and the t-shirts won't work now.  I'll save those for warmer weather.
Don't even get me started on all the parade attendees today!  Are these the same losers that trashed San Francisco after the final game of the Series, smashing windows and setting fires?  Because that isn't ghetto at all. MY guess is at least half of the parade gawkers aren't Giants fans, and 2/3 of those people don't even watch baseball all fucking season.  Jumping on the bandwagon, joining in on the fun and festivities, using it as an excuse to skip work or school, these folks are the epitome of what makes a loser. Posting photos all over social media sites like you actually care about the team. All that tells me is you got the day off from work because a baseball team played hard and well this year and the parade was close enough to be convenient. Plus, it was an excuse to drink during the day.  Congratulations, you've just lost more IQ points in my book.

If you are going to dress like a fan and benefit from all the fun, BE a fan.  If you don't want to support the team all season long, cheer them on whether they win or lose, and attempt to understand and love the sport, don't wear the gear while screaming at a parade instead of going to work. Parades notwithstanding, don't join in the fun only at the end of the season during playoffs, you didn't earn it. Watch all the boring games and all the exciting games.  Scream yourself hoarse in July.  High five in the car because Fosse just announced another walk off. But don't be a poser or worse, a turn coat.  Either choice, you've lost all my respect.  Are you friggin kidding me right now???


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