What does it mean to be a fan? For most, it looks like cheering, chanting, singing, or crying (sorry Dallas Cowboys fans). For the diehard fans among us: a decked-out tailgate party, an outfit with team colors, and an intimate knowledge of the roster, the game, and why the coach should have run the other play instead (looking at you Pete Carroll). For the casual fan, it is a fun time, a time to “talk trash,” to follow the back and forth on the scoreboard, and a time to enjoy the sport you love. Even for the bandwagon fan, it is a chance to “jump on the train,” and to get caught up in something bigger than yourself, if only for a moment.
I start talking about fandom by defining what it is, there will be dozens of perspectives, but little clarity. The edges are defined but everything inside remains fluid. I can be ecstatic one moment, despondent the next. I can swear off my team forever only to have my passion rekindled when next season rolls around. Fandom can be fickle, but seldom indifferent.
Fandom is intrinsically formative. Being a fan starts with an internal process that is expressed externally. Yelling, chanting, or coaching from the stands are what fans do, but all those things are aimed at deeper connections they have to the things they care about. You’re a fan because you identify with it. You are part of a fandom because you desire a community to share in it. And you formed this identity in numerous ways – your dad or mom was a fan of a certain team, or you grew up in that state, that city, or that country with a team you had to cheer for. You are a fan because you married into it, your big brother or sister loves it, you got to meet that athlete personally, or any other number of myriad reasons.
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