I love the Penrith Panthers too much. That’s not altogether unusual. Loving your team too much is what sports fandom is all about – irrational levels of devotion to something that ultimately doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.
Traditional Guardian readers might understand this passion as the way they feel when, say, they see an interesting bird, or when a new adaptation of play gets a three star review that reads like a four, or perhaps when there’s a new treatise about a minor inconvenience caused by a local council.
