Become a Fan.

This is for the lurps.

This is for the ungrateful teachers.


This is for the child with his hands down his pants.


This is for the people who wear white collars to work,
and those who wear blue.
This is for the people who don't wear anything to work,
and the people who don't work.

This is for the bass players.

Become a fan.

This is for the tweeters,
and the Facebookers,
and the bloggers,
and the pinterest-ers?

This is for the dreamers,
and the realists.

This is for the insomniacs,
and Rocky Balboa,
and Philidelphia.

Become a fan.

This is for the beauticians,
and the magicians.
And anyone who ever tried to dream after fourteen.

This is for the elderly who still hold hands.

This is for the dead,
and this is for the kid who gets picked last in gym class.

This is for the fingerless,
and the blind.

This is for the 'perfect' girls.

This is for the undercover whores,
and for the tuba players.

Become a fan.

This is for the 9 to 5-ers,
and the avid smokers.

This is for the addiction,
and the ones it holds underneath unclean fingernails.

This is for more than you.

Become a fan.

This is for idealists,
and the atheists.

This is for the kid who never had a dream.
This is for the sweet talkers,
the desperate teenagers,
and the emotionless lovers.

Become a fan.

Forget who you are for one simple day.
Become absorbed in something bigger than yourself.
Sit back, and enjoy the game.
Eat some popcorn.
Become a fan.

There's so many things to do in this exotic world.
So, I'll pose my question.
Why not?
Explore.
Walk.
Hike.
Dream.
Be a kid again.
Smoke.
Breathe.
Drink.
Run.
Write.
Make-out.
Have fun.
Get in trouble.
Ride a bike.
Swim.
Scrape your knee.
Cut your hair.
Plant a tree.
Live.
Breathe.
Become a fan.
Sit back, and enjoy the game.