I’ve never meant much to any team I’ve rooted for.
Once, when LSU was running toward the national championship in college football, someone asked if I had a school t-shirt. I didn’t, but went out and bought one.
That school makes no money from me. They do not know I exist. I’m on no mailing list for alumni or anyone else. I just watch them on TV. I cheer when they win and hurt when they lose.
One evening this fall, LSU was playing Alabama and it was a huge game. I cut off the television and went to bed at halftime. Sunday morning, I got up and left home to travel to the church where I ministered all morning, and did not learn the outcome of the game until the afternoon. Some fan, right?