Though I must say, I am powerfully annoyed at the accusations that in the postseason the bandwagon fans approach.
- A lot of the people making this accusation are mad that their RPF fandom is going to be sullied. Friends: it is also a game of sports.
- My father literally whispered Giants box scores to me in the womb, and yet you would probably think I’m a bandwagon fan. (That’s not an misuse of the word literally. I have a weird father and a birthday in November.) I am only into the Giants with true stats-watching, 40-man-roster-memorizing passion every so often, but you need to understand that the first year I was a huge fan was 2002 and the second was 2003. Is it any wonder I have developed a thick insulating shell of inertia to keep me safe? Can you blame those fans who reached sportual maturity in the long dead years for not being super into going to the park and watching YORVIT TORREALBA and RAY DURHAM? Can you blame them for not watching seasons that have as their summary of notable events on Wikipedia “The San Francisco Giants are an American baseball team”? Christ almighty. I’m getting depressed just remembering this.
- Why do you care that people like your team? It’s fun when people like your team. It’s much more fun than everyone disliking your team because you are boring, humorless, and tainted by accusations of steroids. Please believe me: you want bandwagon fans. And the Giants deserve bandwagon fans because our team is once again a goofy bundle of talented joy, and it’s baseball season, and it’s fun to watch enjoyable people hit balls really hard. Which we can do. Because we have an offense this year. Just sit back and enjoy the fact that you know more than them, man. Smile. Buster Posey will still blandly love you either way.