Fandomination

As we all know, being a Nats fan can be a tumultuous task. Supporting and defending a team that perennially ranks at the bottom of the league is a skill that takes much more effort than that which is given by fans of some of the more successful franchises.

For most of us, we 'Get [our] Red On' by purchasing season tickets, owning multiple jerseys or other attire, or even going as far as starting a blog on which to air our mutual grievances.

But for at least one Nats fan, supporting the team means much, much more.

It means putting in the work in the offseason by prepping both the body and mind for 162 games.

It means lining up his Opening Day outfit in advance so that opposing fans will know not to try to mess with him.

It means not just going on one spending splurge at the Nats store, but constantly re-patronizing the food and beer dispensaries to keep Nats stadium and its employees afloat.

It means not idly sitting by to watch a game, but planting himself in an aisle and not moving come hell or high water.

This man is not afraid to let everyone around him know that, damn it, he is a Nats fan first, so much so that even his own health takes a back seat to the MLB season.

This man, just by his sheer existence, declares, "I love baseball and the Washington Nationals so much that I throw well known and established social and personal rules aside and get my Nats fandom all up in your face!"




I salute you fellow Nats fan. Your bold disregard for everyone around you and your own well being is a clear indicator that you don't care about anything but the Washington Nationals.

Your tunnel visioned fandom is as inspirational as your girthy existence is repulsive. If every Nats fan had even 1/10th the amount of juicy fandom built up inside of them as you clearly do, the Nats would be crushed under the weight of local support.

Classic Nats? Nay, I say this is one fine example of Classy Nats.