You go where your team goes. You judge a city by its arena food. Your house wears your team’s colors, and your firstborn was named after a famous athlete. You know that Bracketology is a true science (and you claim to have a doctorate).
You live for the buzzer-beaters, the last-second field goals, the walk-off grand slams. You’re a supporter, loyal to the last out and the final whistle – not a sports fan, you’re a sports fanatic.