One claims to be an oath-taking fan of the Mets,
yet he wears his Yankee cap proudly if they are having
the better year. He is a chameleon fan
as is the other, who oscillates between the White Sox and Cubs.
Neither would understand the concept of loyalty or faithfulness
the way Jackie Robinson did when he retired rather than be traded
from his heroic Brooklyn Dodgers to the hated cross-town
Coogan’s Hollow rival New York Giants. Such fans as those cited
from the start circulate hot air that stifles the heard mentality
of dedicated fans, the ones who wave and cheer encouragement
without changing uniforms and changing tides,
descendants of those Brooklyn fans who prayed for Gil Hodges
to come out of a deep hitting slump rather than relent
to base inclinations and mercilessly boo their beloved first baseman,
predecessors of the recent Met fans who cheered Juan Soto in the midst of
his slow offensive start in his first weeks as a Metropolitan.
Oscillating fans can be noisy but the sounds they produce,
as the original Bard called out, are
“full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.”