The Bandwagoner Journals

The Bandwagoner Journals

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Last published Mon, Jan 9, 2017

So yeah. I, Ezra Thomas, 14 years old, am what most die-hard fans of any team below .500 team call me, a bandwagoner. I try to root for specific teams, but, if I like what I see in a player, I just want them to succeed. I generally get most of my hate from Clippers fans (cough, Zach, cough), or, some Cowboys fans (cough, Tobey, cough), teams who just started getting good. And the problem is, all of their fans who were with the Clippers from the beginning, are all hating because they had to wait to cheer on and believe their teams could, potentially, contend for a title, when all I did was root for a player or 2 whom I believe could potentially be a star. My first bandwagoning experience, like millions of others across the nation, began with Stephen Curry.

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