All throughout grade school I was teased endlessly. One day, I had my grandmother buy me a sweatshirt with a Carolina Panthers logo on it from a yard sale. I knew nothing about sports, but I liked the animal logo and knew that kids in my class liked football, so I was hoping it would help me blend in a little so I'd be less of a focus. (Nothing else I had done to that point had been effective, so at that point I was getting creative.)
...I ended up being told that the Panthers sucked and would always suck - in many ways and by many different bullies. Eventually, even though I explained I didn't care about football at all I just liked the shirt, I was harassed out of ever wearing it to school again because being picked on for being a lousy sports fan was more miserable than being picked on for other reasons.
I kept it, though, and wore it until I outgrew it because it was a pretty great shirt and I still liked panthers, even if the kids in my class were jerks.
The moral of the story?
This is the part where I'm supposed to get all mushy and uplifting, but to be honest, the moral I'm going with is... SUCK IT, KIDS FROM MY PAST. GUESS WHO'S IN THE SUPER BOWL? WHAT'S THAT? CAM NEWTON CAN'T HEAR YOUR REPLY OVER THE CRUNCH OF YOU EATING YOUR WORDS.
...For the record, I still don't give a crap about football, but I've watched a little bit with Mark of the Beast so I know enough to be dangerous. ;)
Happy Big Game Sunday, people who actually like sports. I'll be watching the game for the commercials and as an excuse to eat my weight in pizza.