In one of my favorite movies there’s a scene at the beginning where the good guy reveals his name.
One of the antagonists hears him out, and then says…
(Bonus points if you know the 2014 Movie!)
Thus was my experience whenever I told someone that my favorite baseball player wasn’t Albert Pujols, Derek Jeter or David Ortiz. But rather Frank Catalanotto.
And that was just fine with me. Because like being a fan of “The Cat,” it came without the phony fanfare or the bandwagon supporters.