Sunday, January 08, 2006
What a crazy city! I went down to our suburban Kroger's to buy a few snacks for the game today and everywhere I looked, black and orange jerseys, pennets, flags waving from cars, and scary looking black and orange cookies dominated the view. This city doesn't know it's uncool to be a raving fan! O.M.G!
Now you have to know me to know why this is such a big deal. I am ever on the hunt for a few good reasons to love Cincinnati since a) there is no ocean here and b) there is no beach. And besides, I love California weather, the LA Times, UCLA, and even the Los Angeles freeway system (freak that I am).
But one interesting thing about southern CA is the general aversion to being a "crazed fan." Sure you can paint your face and wear your jersey to the game but why would you be caught dead in said attire at the supermarket or on a date or while pumping gas? Postmodern irony demands that the "cool" be above all those kitschy group think cultural displays.
But this is where I am just not all that postmodern in my soul. I love being a fan! I like identifying with my city, my school, my rock band, my sports teams. You get this surrogate ego boost if your "thang" does well, and when else do you get to scream at the top of your lungs and no one cares? Thank you Cincinnati for understanding!
So Bengals, go get those Steelers and make your out of control fans happy! she said while sporting a long sleeved black T with carefully arranged orange scarf around her midrif...