Stolen - ERRRRR, Borrowed from BCubb2003::
We often debate the quality of Reds fans in other threads, so I wanted to see if we could break it down more thoroughly. My hunch is that we have the same kinds of fans as other teams. The proportion might change depending on the team's performance and how the organization is run. This list isn't meant to be judgmental, just an acceptance that it takes all kinds. There's probably some overlap, and I place myself in some of these categories.
Drunken louts: We'd like to think that Reds fans are blessed with Midwestern neighborliness, but we know the stories of the treatment of Danny Graves and even Mike Cameron. The brainless, drunken golf-ball-throwing (who brings a golf ball to a baseball game?) troll probably isn't a Reds fan, or a fan at all, but he's there.
Star bashers: The best players get the most grief, egged on by columnists and talk show hosts. It's not unique to Reds fans. I remember stories of how fans and sportswriters used to get on Joe DiMaggio and Ted Williams. Joe DiMaggio. Ted Williams.
Scrappy-Siders: Cincinnati does have its own take on the blue-collar, makes-the-most-out-of-what-he-has dirty uniform, considering it's the birthplace of the Scrap King.
The Crosleys: They remember Crosley Field, and know who the catcher was before Johnny Bench. They can't forget the day Frank Robinson was traded.
Machine Age: They wonder why they can't have a lineup like that again, even though it would cost a brazilian dollars. That's when Reds Country stretched from west of Indianapolis, north of Columbus, east of Wheeling and south of Knoxville.
The Marge-ins: They remember Eric Davis's magical beginnings and Barry Larkin's reinvention of the shortstop position, but forget that Davis "couldn't stay in the lineup" and was too close to Parker and Milner, and Larkin was too mouthy and tore the captain's C off his uniform. Also, they forget when the outfield was Young, Frank and Styne.
The 8-year-olds: They've never seen a winning season. Hang in there, kids.
SABR-Heads: Opposite of the Scrappy-Siders, they could change the game if they could distill all that math into something as simple as "You can't steal first."
The Casuals: Might have gone to Olive Garden, but the Reds were in town and somebody had tickets. Which one is Larkin?
Banana Phoners: A primitive constituency we assume to be limited to Reds fans only because we don't listen to rain delays from Pittsburgh, Cleveland or Kansas City. Also known as "mom 'n' em."
and, added from "westofyou":
"Just Passing Thru" - These would be the Reds fans that lucked into the Reds in some way but who also were located in another city with other teams for most of their lives. These fans cling to their moment that got them to be a Reds fan, but constant observations of other teams and their fans close hand has colored their relationship with the team, mostly because it's not the town team, the pulse, the only game in town.
Which one(s) are you guys?
I'll post mine later.