Just what exactly is a Homer? I think of the Greek poet, baseball, a city in Alaska and a cartoon character. Lately I’m hearing the term Homer used as a derogatory name. I’m assuming by the way I’ve heard it used, that it means someone who can’t take off the rose colored glasses when looking at their team.

After the first four games in the Jazz vs. Lakers series, I’ve talked to different people about their perspective on each game. The one thing that could be said about all of them, and the people that I hear on the post game radio shows, and the people that write on this blog is that I think they might be what people are describing when they say “Homer.”

This Homerness is why it’s so difficult to beat the Jazz in the ESA. The arena is full of a bunch of Homers, all sharing the same passion, the same belief in their team. It’s like an arena full of Moms watching their kids play comp. level sports. No matter how bad their kid screws up, if anyone mentions anything, they’re dead meat. It’s bloodsport in the stands, nobody gets away with any remarks other than pro-home team.

These fans aren’t fans of the week either. They don’t cover up their newly purchased gold and purple jerseys until they sit in their seats. They also know the names of all the players on the team, maybe even some of the coaches. Perhaps the lure of the fakie Laker fan is related to the siren song of Hollywood. Otherwise sensible people will don all black and wear sunglasses indoors if only to appear as if they have some L.A. savvy. Strange.

Only fans in Utah would come up with the gigantic bobbing faces of Derron, Kyle, Carlos, (and Jack) on sticks to wave around during the game. (They’re really creepy by the way, but kind of cool, like Mike Meyer’s Dieter character). Yes, I think we’re all Homer’s to different degrees (if I’m getting the meaning of the name).

Homer–I think I could get used to this nickname.

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