Power spikes. Screaming fans. Sweaty hugs.
That is what encompassed my Saturday as I sat in the stands at my second ever men’s volleyball tournament cheering on by friend Joe Clarkson and the ONU polar bears (for more on their team, check out Joe’s blog). For being a big sports fan…and a fairly well-rounded one at that, men’s volleyball is a game I’m not particularly familiar with. Yet it only took me about 5 minutes to turn into a screaming fan, fist pumping when we made a key play and biting my nails when the score was close. The ONU volleyball game reminded me why I love sports so much. Rivalries are great. Unbelievable plays are exciting. But my favorite thing about sports? Being a fan.
I just love the crazy passion people put toward their team when your true fan. We dress up in ridiculous outfits and paint our faces just to show our loyalty Men refuse to shave because they are growing a playoff beard along with their favorite athlete. I mean, my deep love for the Green Bay Packers is a great example. For a week after the Super Bowl, I walked around with a cheese on my head giving people the belt (if you don’t know Aaron Rodgers signature victory move, check it out).
Bottom line: sure it’s fun to cheer for a winning team. But it’s twice as fun and way more satisfying to sign away your heart to a sports team. You honestly become an extension of the team. So whether I’m a polar bear, Spartan, or cheesehead for the day, one thing is sure: I’m always a number one fan.
Renee, I could not agree more! For some reason when cheering for one of my teams, I become this crazed maniac. For example, this past weekend my mother and I watched the Butler and Pitt game during March Madness. We were screaming, saying inappropriate things, and throwing pillows at the television. I would not consider us very violent people, but while cheering for our teams we become completely different people. I love it.
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