You've supported this team since — checks phone — Tuesday.
You felt the energy shift and you moved with it, like you always do. The Eye isn't judging — it's taking notes, because this is a skill. You know where the wave is before it breaks: the show everyone will be watching, the slang everyone will be using, the team everyone will suddenly love by the quarterfinals. You arrive at the party exactly when the party becomes the place to be. Underneath the jersey you bought yesterday is someone with elite social radar — you read rooms like other people read menus, and you've never once been stuck caring about something alone. That's the trade you made. Belonging over depth, momentum over roots. It works beautifully, right up until someone asks what YOU love when nobody else is loving it first. The silence after that question is the most honest thing about you.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou don't switch sides because you're fake. you switch because losing with a crowd feels safer than losing alone.