I have something admit to all of you.
I'm that guy.
I'm the guy that sits at a sports bar, by himself, every Sunday to see his favorite football team's (the Miami Dolphins) game.
And I wear a jersey.
I PAY MONEY to be part of an exclusive Miami Dolphins message board.
I have Miami Dolphin colored stripes running down the sides of my truck.
I hate you, Tom Brady.
I can not only name the entire 53 man roster, but could probably tell you the name of the Assistant Secondary Coach.
I love you, Dan Marino.
When my brother and I speak on the phone, there is a 5 minute window to discuss our lives and his kids before we launch into, and I kid you not, weekly 45 minute discussions about ONLY the Dolphins.
There are and will be not plans made for Sundays during the NFL season. Ever. The Lady Friend understands that I will do anything she asks 6 days a week - but come Sunday - I am off limits.
When Hootie said, "I'm such a baby, yeah, the Dolphins make me cry." I knew EXACTLY what he meant.
Ace Ventura could have just been Jim Carrey making faces at a camera for 2 hours but if the Dolphins were in the background I would still consider it a cinema masterpiece.
When the sign in my office says "Miami Dolphins Fan Parking Only" it means "Miami Dolphins Fan Parking Only, Mother Fucker"
I am that guy.
But most impressive beyond all of that -
I am willing to wear the colors aqua and orange to support my team.
That is devotion.