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Renaissance Fan
Warren St. John
August 16, 2004
Embrace your inner couch potato: Research shows the best and the brightest are often those who cheer the loudest for their favorite team
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August 16, 2004

Renaissance Fan

Embrace your inner couch potato: Research shows the best and the brightest are often those who cheer the loudest for their favorite team

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I remember vividly where I was when I realized that all my assumptions about sports fans were wrong. It was on a sweltering September morning in South Carolina, in the driveway of Chris and Paula Bice--hard-core fans of the Alabama Crimson Tide. I?d met the Bices through an Internet fan site; I posted a notice explaining that for a book I was writing about fans, I hoped to get invited aboard a stranger?s RV for the football season. Without so much as a phone conversation, the Bices responded, ?You?re welcome to join us! Roll Tide!? So I?d huffed it from Manhattan before the season opener against Vanderbilt in Nashville, solidified my bond with the Bices over the ritual consumption of ? Bama bombs--maraschino cherries soaked in pure grain alcohol--and got ready for some football.

Before we could leave, though, there was the matter of packing the RV: a 28-foot Hurricane, white with a big green swoosh down the side, like a sneaker. And this is where my epiphany occurred, for on Friday morning I saw, scattered in the Bices? driveway, all we were going to take: half a dozen chairs, a folding picnic table, an AstroTurf rug, two coolers, a grill, two bicycles, a satellite dish, a TV and a tangle of cables and hoses. There were provisions: pretzels, Pop Tarts, beer, more ? Bama bombs, milk, mayonnaise, Tater Tots, a trawler?s worth of ice. And there were odds and ends: walkie-talkies, good luck charms and two bumper-mounted whistles, which at highway speed made a high-pitched sound that supposedly sent deer scattering. You didn?t want to miss a kickoff because you were scraping mammal from your grill.

The point is, we were going to pack this stuff, drive to Nashville, unpack; then pack up again, drive home and unpack. This exercise would be undertaken 13 times during the season. Like a lot of people, I bought the idea that fans were watchers, not doers, that they liked spectating from a couch with a beer. The Bices, though, would expend more energy going to a game than some Alabama players would expend on the field.

A number of scientific studies challenge the idea of fan-as-couch-potato. Sociologists have found that sports fans are much more likely to be physically active than nonfans--and that they work harder in school. In 1993 researchers compared basketball fans at Ball State with students who didn?t care about the team; 64% of the fans graduated in six years or fewer, compared with 48% of the nonfans. The average GPA for the hard-core fans was 2.55; for nonfans, 2.46. To me this was not surprising: I got to know a ? Bama fan who painted his face and named his daughter Crimson--and had a Ph.D. in molecular biology.

Plenty of other fan stereotypes have fallen to scientific scrutiny. The notion that fans are loners who turn to sports to fill an inner emptiness was challenged by a study that found fans at the University of Kansas had higher self-esteem and lower rates of depression than nonfans. In 1995 sociologists asked hundreds of couples to characterize the effect of spectator sports on their relationships; 93% said their partner?s interest in sports actually had a positive or neutral effect. And as for the notion that fans are violent, studies in ?95 and ?99 comparing the aggression levels of fans and nonfans found absolutely no difference.

Of course there are die-hards who confirm the stereotype of the nutty fan. During my time on the road I met a man who put his need to go to ? Bama games over a heart transplant. Whenever he left the hospital his name was taken off the waiting list for a new organ; still, he couldn?t stay put and miss the Tide. Then there was the couple who skipped their own daughter?s wedding to go to an Alabama-Tennessee game. Makes you wonder who handed off--I mean, gave away--the bride.

Warren St. John?s Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer: A Journey into the Heart of Fan Mania has just been published by Crown.

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