What a strange thing, to be a fan. Unseen and unknown by the objects of our affection. Yet it is the collective thrum of our love that lifts a team into the zeitgeist, onto private planes and into the stratosphere of generational wealth.
We love the stars, of course. Your Kevin “KG” Garnetts or Anthony “Ant Man” Edwardses of the world. But fan ardour manifests most purely in the love of the sixth man, the bench warmer, the sidekicks’ sidekick. How many hours have I spent rooting for Nikola “Ricola” Peković to get a double-double despite the result?