I'm A REAL Fan, NOT A Fanboy. So Don't Get Your Panties In A Bunch!

There are lots of sports groups on Facebook. I joined a few just to chat with fans of the same teams I root for and have rooted for since the beginning.

One thing I noticed almost immediately was some of the most active members of these groups get their panties in a bunch when you call out a player or a coach. And then they attempt to scold you with, “You’re not a real fan!” like I should give a rat's ass what they think. 

In reality, real fans are emotional, sometimes outa fucking control and incoherent, and that’s okay by me. It's called PASSION!

Here's Barstool's own Frank the Tank, a diehard Mets fan, losing his shit. Buckle up motherfuckers; this isn't for the faint of heart…

I’ve been a diehard Red Sox, Patriots, Celtics, and Bruins fan since 1960, lived through some pretty tough years, and long before the testicles on some of these modern-day fanboys dropped if they ever did. (They might be the same guys singing soprano in the choir…)

According to the new breed of fanboys, calling out bad decisions on the field or in the front office is Antichrist, and they won’t stand for it! They’d rather call out the fans who call out their favorite players than the underachieving bums who get bags of cash to wear the laundry. They're so fucking pathetic!

Part of my fandom includes venting on players and coaches who haven't performed up to their potential or haven't done anything to earn their inflated paychecks, and I’m not about to stop doing it, especially to satisfy a bunch of ball-washing fanboys. If you finish last in the AL East three out of the last four years, or last in the AFC East after being an NFL dynasty, I'm not gonna stay under control; in fact, there's a good chance I'm gonna lose it!

I’m not in it to watch my home teams fail, especially since they're supposed to be competitive teams in competitive markets. Just because I’m wearing official team merch doesn’t mean I can’t be critical. I’m not a perennial boo bird, but I’m no woos either.

I’ve invested a great deal of time and money into my home teams, and if they suck on game day, I’m not gonna temper my reaction. I’m gonna yell and cuss uncontrollably, and sometimes in front of women and children, because that’s what real fans do! 

I still remember Francona leaving a pitcher in way too long, and when he finally called time and walked out the mound to pull him, it was already 7-0. We had great seats that day, and Fenway was dead silent when I yelled out, “It’s about fucking time, Tito!” He heard me. I only said what everyone else was thinking.

 And I loved Tito, especially for moments like this…

So to hell with the new breed of fan, the diplomatic, ball-washing fanboys, who want to ruin the experience for everyone with a rapid pulse and a valid opinion.

I’d rather lose my shit than lose my mind singing Kumbaya with the fanboys, so don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm a REAL fan!