The film tells the story of the massive rise, very slight fall, and then further massive rise of Iron Maiden, whose colossal success was achieved without kowtowing to the smirking media gatekeepers of cool.
Grohl, come out with it and just say we're cool. Be man enough to man up, because you're the Übermensch that has all the straight males, and we're cool, but you won't say it because you're afraid you'll lose your audience.
Team Japan brought an armada of fans from the other side of the planet. They wore creative costumes and face paint, brought flags, expectations, and a deep knowledge of the game, donned a million Shohei Ohtani jerseys, and flooded Miami with an obsession for baseball I haven't seen in a city since Boston in 2004.
Don't call yourself a fan if you share racist/homophobic/biphobic/misogynist/ageist/ableist/parasocial/bigoted comments of any kind. None of us need your hateful 'love'. We all respect and support and love each other and are on the same side. If you can't accept that gtfoh.
I don't remember when was the last day I did not think about Pokémon at all. In the 30 years since Pokémon debuted in Japan with the 1996 release of Pokémon Red and Pokémon Green for Nintendo Game Boy, the franchise has taken over the globe with its animated shows, mobile games and highly coveted trading cards.
Fandom is first and foremost a community. It has a shared lexicon that includes in-jokes and rapidly evolving language that would be difficult to keep up with from the outside. Like any community, it has norms and values and standards of behavior. Fandom is also a marginalized community.
Beer explores what he's learned from Men in Blazers co-founder Roger Bennett about how brands can leverage compelling storytelling and authentic fan culture, which sometimes matter more than the action on the field. Beer also shares insights from executives at major brands like Verizon and Anheuser-Busch about their World Cup marketing strategies to build lasting fan connections through global league sponsorships and tournament partnerships, while avoiding the "cultural wallpaper" effect that often happens at major sporting events.
Ahead of its 12th season in Major League Soccer and its final campaign at Yankee Stadium, NYCFC has tapped into city culture for the announcement of its official mascot, Sky Scraper, a pigeon and local New Yorker. As the club prepares for the start of a new era, it only feels right that Sky writes his own chapter into club history.
For most of a warm and breezy Sunday afternoon in Mumbai, the Wankhede Stadium felt closer to Kathmandu than India's southern metropolis as thousands of Nepalese fans sang, danced and dared to dream while their cricket team took on the mighty England in the ICC Men's T20 World Cup 2026. A sea of red and blue replica shirts heaved in every nook and corner of the iconic 33,000-capacity venue, with supporters turning the famed Indian stadium into their adopted home.
With what seemed like an interminable January almost done and dusted, the group stages of the UEFA Champions League, UEFA Europa League and UEFA Conference League are also at a close. Once again, we've seen stadiums across the continent transformed into cacophonous cauldrons of noise and motion as legions of fans organized and performed enormous tifos to help ramp up the prematch atmosphere.
In Germany, fans watched the games on screens in crowded town squares, their roars careening off ancient buildings, or from the banks of rivers, peering at floating, double-sided big screens on barges. At the next World Cup, in South Africa in 2010, people gathered in parks and open-air markets and hotel lobbies and unlicensed, makeshift bars in people's garages. In Brazil, four years later, fans spilled from the bars on the Copacabana or watched in restaurants
In this playoff season, I try to shut my eyes to products featured in commercial time-outs. You've seen them? The cryptic medicines to treat unspecified ailments? The pickup trucks and beer brands that signal ruggedness and romantic success. Or more tempting, the gooey-delectable double-cheese-pepperoni pizzas with yet more cheese stuffed in the crust. But one other caught my ear for novel English usage. Namely, the new infinitive "to fan."
There's something different about the "Heated Rivalry" online fandom from what I typically see - something strange brewing in the feeds, something I haven't seen in a long time, or maybe ever. It's easy for a topic to suddenly take over my Instagram Reels or TikTok feeds - those algorithms seem so sensitive that interacting with just a handful of posts on a topic can instantly send you down a rabbit hole.
"There are boy aquariums all over the United States," a TikTok creator explains in a recent post. The video then shows a clip of someone carrying a bucket filled with hockey pucks. "Come feed the fish at the boy aquarium with me," the closed captions reads. The person tosses the pucks onto the rink as players skate past. On TikTok, ice hockey arenas have been rebranded as "boy aquariums."
Episode 20 of Fan Cave Battles may be the best evidence yet that Dodgers Nation never lets us down. This week's episode not only showcases another group of imaginative fan settings, but it also crowns the Fan Cave Champion of the Month. The competition was captivating from beginning to end.
He says one person even dropped to the ground in worship not long ago at a supermarket. Some guy walked up behind me with his two kids, got on his knees and started crying, he tells FourFourTwo. I thought, Get up mate, your kids will think I f**king hit you!' He was crying his eyes out. I get that a lot with fans.
Kyle Juszczyk proudly recalls making $5.15 an hour. That was minimum wage 20 years ago, when he was a teenager in Medina, Ohio, about an hour south of Cleveland. He worked with his brother, Sean, who's six years older and was their manager at McDonald's. That carried extra power at Thanksgiving break, when they would head to a snow-covered football field at the local high school.
This, I learned, is known as a B'nei Mitzvah. Through a series of misadventures, it fell on the day of the Australian Rules Football (AFL) Grand Final, a day that is, in essence, the Australian equivalent of Super Bowl Sunday. I have three older brothers who all love the AFL, but it's my younger sister who is our family's most devoted fan.
Eintracht have placed the emphasis on keeping the opposition quiet in their past two competitive games, and with good reason after suddenly becoming one of the most porous teams defensively in the Bundesliga, and that concerning pattern extending into the UEFA Champions League. Three conceded at Bayer Leverkusen started the unwanted trend and it worsened with four against both Union Berlin and Borussia Mönchengladbach and then five Gegentore against both Atlético Madrid and Liverpool on the continental front
As number 39, he is the last player to be mentioned, but instead of the customary name check, the word Bruno is bellowed through the speaker and then boomed around the four corners of the ground in unilateral response. It is a way of recognising not only how important the Brazilian is to the team and Eddie Howe, but also the strength of feeling towards him from the supporters. His passion and emotion is infectious.
And, here we are. With a team that seems to be considered by most to be middling ( super rude @Bleacher Report [25th]), still sticking it out. As passionately infuriated as ever about all the wonderful minutiae. Like, no one appreciating Ochai Agbaji's defence. Or, celebrating Scottie Barnes as one of the best basketball minds in the game. Or, noticing that for the last two years Jakob Pöltl has been top 20 in on/off efficiency in the league.
The allure of a "pop-up" tour from the Midwest Princess herself was one that attracted droves of fans - in pinks and blues and reds - from across the States to the grassy knolls of Brookside at the Rose Bowl. It's a rare feat that an artist has such a pull, only recently repeated by that of Oasis, whose draw was more than a decade in the making.
"I think it's great, I love being in a market where there's so much passion," he said. "I can't imagine wanting to be in a different place where you wouldn't want to win. I really appreciate the passion; it's ingrained in everybody's blood here. I see bumper stickers all the time. I see kids with jerseys at school and I absolutely love it. Wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
To borrow a baseball term of art (okay, a cliché), Jane Leavy is an elite spitballer. No one is better built than Leavy, a crafty veteran sportswriter, for between-innings repartee, wry asides, and tossed-off ideas for improving her beloved sport-and maybe even keeping its ever-looming obsolescence at bay for another decade or three. Leavy's suggestions for spicing up baseball reflect the essence of spitballing-a pastime within a pastime.
