The Beautiful Mess of Sports Fandom: Why We Love to Hate
My First Love, My First Heartbreak Look, I gotta be honest with you. I was a jock. Not a star, mind you, but I played. Basketball, mostly. Back in ’98, at Jefferson High, I was your average benchwarmer with delusions of grandeur. Coach Harris (God rest his soul) used to yell at me, “Marcus, you’re … Read more