About 35 yrs ago I was ststioned in Nashville Tenn. We Had a diedhard Vandy Commador fan who never missed a game. They were in some kind of play-off game and boy was he excited about it ! So we got up a group togo to the game with him dressed as Commadors. Y.u know the idiot hats, the stupid uniforms of a hundred yrs ago. He planned it for weeks, checking if everyone had rented thier uniforms, got thier tickets etc. Then the day of the Big Game we sat in Joyces Pup and drank many beers and watched as the cameras focusedtime after time on this Lone Commador in fulldress uniform sitting in the endzone. Boy didhe look stupid. Unhappy but stupid. By the end of the year we had let him forget about it. sorta.
