No- one calls middle-aged dads who are obsessed with football teams crazy when they paint their chests in team colors and stand outside in 40 degree weather for all four quarters at an NFL game and buy jerseys and play fantasy football. They’re just passionate. But when you transpose all those characteristics — passion, merchandise, detail-oriented focus, spending money to see your favorites etc. — onto something that is traditionally for teen girls then all of a sudden it’s embarrassing and pitiable and that chaps my ass something wild.
