I realized quite some time ago that I am THAT GUY - the one you see walking down the street wearing a team's colors from head to toe.
It's how my dad is, so that's how I became and it seems normal to me, although I know it isn't.
My house is filled with Seahawks stuff because, when I go to buy something like a shirt or towel or placemat, I always look for a Seahawks
A month or so ago, I was walking in Fred Meyers getting fertilizer or something I actually needed. A spot of dark blue flashed across
my line of sight and I went over to investigate. I realized that the blue was joined by a light gray and, amazingly enough, a stripe of green.
I didn't care what it was (it was a body pillow), but I was immediately picking it up and justifying to myself why I needed it
and where it would go.
The fertilizer is all used up now, but the pillow still sits in my bedroom, amid a sea of blue and green.