Can there be too much “Fandom”? Unabridged version
As the Seattle Seahawks lined up on the 1 yard line with 26 seconds left in the Super Bowl a suffocating silence overcame my living room. I was squatting down biting my blue and green beanie with nervousness; others were clasping sweaty palms together with eyes fixed on the TV, waiting to see what drama would unfold. As Russell Wilson’s ill-fated pass fell into the hands of Patriots cornerback Malcom Butler it felt as if a gunshot went off. The people in the room rooting against the Seahawks exploded with...