 We work with sports fans. Sports fans are crazy. Go crazy, folks. Go crazy. They pledge their eternal dying devotion to a person they've never met simply because of what he does on a football field, the ice, or a baseball diamond. There she goes. And then five days later, they break our hearts, and we hate them. That's what happens. We reserve the right to dump you on your rear when you disappoint us. We hold all the power as sports fans. I just want to break the rules.