Plastic fan..

No, by plastic fan I don't mean the cheap K-mart fan that you bought for summer nights..

Funny how I was called a plastic fan of a specific football (or soccer, the bogus american name for the sport) team once. I have always been a supporter for that specific team, since I started to love the sport for the first time, when I found the reason God gave me legs. Never ever have I supported other team. However, because I have never watched their game live, in the stadium, with thousands of other fans, the fans called me a plastic fan, for real fans for them is those who would go the distance instead of those who sit sound and relaxed in front of the television. Those who would cheer and willing to lose their voice at work the next Monday. What difference does it make? I cheer as well, heck I even woke my whole family once with my cheering.

It wasn't until I'm a part of it that I understand why. Now I'm not exactly 100% a plastic fan, for now I go the real match, real stadium, real tickets, real players. Note: it isn't the same football though. Now I can understand why people dichotomize fans: real and plastic. But, funnily, the more real a fan I've become, I became more and more enthusiastic to invite plastic fans to become real fans. This contrasts to those red-necked fans of football, who would look down and mock plastic fans for they're not as good as them. Where's the fun in football, mate?

The thing is, you needn't worry about the fact that you're a plastic fan. Even if you are, be a heck of a proud plastic fan. Because I think the team and the players wouldn't care if you are a real or a plastic fan. In fact, they would never care who you are. After all, if you think of it, we'd never support a team, like, literally "supporting" them. We just love the magnificent feel of it when they win. We're just looking for simple happiness, really..