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Wednesday, June 30, 2004

The joy of being an 'out-of-town' fan...

Most of my 'sports-lovin' life has been spent living outside the city of my birth and upbringing (Seattle, Washington). I have, however, spent the last 17 years as a die hard fan of the Mariners, Seahawks and especially, Sonics. And while I will always feel a certain affinity towards these teams, I can't help but wonder whether being far away from 'local' fans of these teams hasn't increased my interest.

I've returned to Seattle several times in the last decade, and for some reason, it's far more comfortable to cheer on the Sonics or the Mariners in a hostile environment rather than one filled with forklift drivers from Enumclaw, or worse yet, I.T. guys from Bellevue who regard the Mariners as the only decent thing in their life now that 'Cumdumpsters.com' has been made a pay-per-view website. There's just something much more satisfying about being the 'outsider'.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of person who enjoys getting in fights or having beer bottles chucked at my head while chanting 'Yankees suck' in a Puerto Rican bar in the Bronx, but I guess I just respect an out of town fan a lot more than some guy who never bothered to leave the zip code of his birth.

Does this make me a 'sports snob'? Probably. Oh well, fuck you.

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