They are out in full force, crawling around your city sporting yellow and purple jerseys, mostly number #8. A while back, they were seen in Michael Jordan's red and black, although, chances are that jersey is retired. Don't be fooled; they appear to be passionate fans, always there for the ticker-tape parade, before fading into the background and awaiting the next opportunity to bask in the next man's glory. We call them “front-runners” or “bandwagon fans.” They are relatively harmless, though their disease, which stems from some innate fear of losing, inhibits their ability to, among other things, truly enjoy sports.
It's true. Front-runners have been around forever, masquerading as Cowboy faithful in the '70's and again in the '90's, when they doubled as the long lost Chicago Bulls fans that nobody knew existed before Mike came around. Still, they are becoming more prevalent than ever in this new, demented society where everybody wins in little league.
The fear of losing now spreads to not knowing how to lose, which may be worse. Without knowing defeat, how can one enjoy winning? Go to Boston, and ask a Red Sox fan that question.
Of America's big three, the NFL has done the best job of combating the situation. Their salary cap keeps a nice competitive balance on the field, so aside from fashion, it is difficult to hand pick your team for the wrong reasons.
Unlike football though, Major League Baseball is in shambles. With no salary cap, the same five or six teams predictably enter the postseason every year, while the rest have no chance and play in front of empty seats night after night. America's Pastime is so lopsided that you can almost forgive the bandwagon jumpers.