We all know the kid from New Jersey who loves the Niners, or that assbag the is diehard for the Dolphins even though he wears snowboots 70% of the year. Myself...we'll I stuck to the teams of my geographical area of where I grew up. Well, at least for the beginning of my life. The rules of rooting for teams get fuzzy but here's the list, from most important to barely legal:
1. You were raised in the state. Raised= born there and lived there while in school for some point. Certain exceptions include living in states like Wyoming where the nearest pro team is Mexico.
2. Your dad is a fan of this team. There's no more influential sports figure than your father. This works both ways--you can root for his team, or root for the rival team. This especially holds water if your dad bolted on you and your mom.
3. The first professional game you ever went to was at this team's stadium/arena. Normally, this is not your choice, and the choice of your family. This might be one of your earliest sports memories. Yeah you lucky **** its okay that your first game was a Lakers game.
4. You went to school there. This applies obviously for college sports. College rules are more dicey--and pretty much everyone here is a frontrunner. Except you, die hard SMU fan.
5. You didn't have any friends in grade school and watched "Rudy" on TBS Saturday Nights during the Summer. Touchdown Jesus' light has shined upon you, pale fuckhead.
Unacceptable rules:
1. The worst of all. You like the team colors. Kill yourself.
2. You like one player on the team.
3. They were the most successful team during your childhood. The reason for why you have Cowboys fans in Staten Island, NY.
4. Your sister dates the free safety/small forward. Both your vaginas stink of cleat chasing.
5. Grandma gave you a jersey for Christmas. Just because it was on sale at Caldor hours after Midnight Mass ended doesn't mean it was divine intervention. Unless it was a Bengals' jersey, then, both you and the old bag have horrid taste.
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1. You were raised in the state. Raised= born there and lived there while in school for some point. Certain exceptions include living in states like Wyoming where the nearest pro team is Mexico.
2. Your dad is a fan of this team. There's no more influential sports figure than your father. This works both ways--you can root for his team, or root for the rival team. This especially holds water if your dad bolted on you and your mom.
3. The first professional game you ever went to was at this team's stadium/arena. Normally, this is not your choice, and the choice of your family. This might be one of your earliest sports memories. Yeah you lucky **** its okay that your first game was a Lakers game.
4. You went to school there. This applies obviously for college sports. College rules are more dicey--and pretty much everyone here is a frontrunner. Except you, die hard SMU fan.
5. You didn't have any friends in grade school and watched "Rudy" on TBS Saturday Nights during the Summer. Touchdown Jesus' light has shined upon you, pale fuckhead.
Unacceptable rules:
1. The worst of all. You like the team colors. Kill yourself.
2. You like one player on the team.
3. They were the most successful team during your childhood. The reason for why you have Cowboys fans in Staten Island, NY.
4. Your sister dates the free safety/small forward. Both your vaginas stink of cleat chasing.
5. Grandma gave you a jersey for Christmas. Just because it was on sale at Caldor hours after Midnight Mass ended doesn't mean it was divine intervention. Unless it was a Bengals' jersey, then, both you and the old bag have horrid taste.
Original Story:
http://dagreatwhitehype.blogspot.com/...
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