Cool, dude. Maybe somewhere between where you see it and where me and a world of other sports fans see it, lies the perfect fan. I get my passion from my family, we were a loud bunch. I remember back in the '70s, screaming at the TV when the Cowboys were playing, we would all be hoarse by the time it was over. They used to have to keep telling me to move because I would be standing right in front of it, jumping up and down. lol. And when they lost just a regular season game, you couldn't talk to my Grandpa for the whole week, especially not about the game. But I loved that fire and that passion that he had. He had that same spirit about life in general, and love, and his family. He was a big, burly old offshore fisherman, with this deep, loud, raspy voice (from years of yelling to his crew on the noisy open seas), and he gave the biggest bear hugs I have ever felt. I wouldn't trade the way he viewed the world or his team for any other. And I would have dared any calm, "dignified" fan to tell him he was acting like a savage. He would have beat them into the ground. lol
I am so glad he didn't go through life with a blase, "oh well" attitude. And I'm glad I don't either. It works for some, it seems to work well for you, great. It doesn't work for me or my people. Doesn't make us any lower on the human scale than you are, nor does it make you any higher. Nor does it give you the right to judge us or tell us how wrong or how bad we are, or that we need some kind of attitude adjustment. People are different. We view things differently and we show emotion differently. But we are all just people who love our team, right?