I idolized Michael Jordan growing up. He was my superhero. As such, his team, the Chicago Bulls, became my favorite NBA club, even though I lived 1,500 miles south of the Windy City.
I gleefully hopped aboard the Bulls bandwagon, just as it was overflowing with fans from across the globe. When Jordan left the team in 1998, after winning his sixth NBA title, I conveniently hopped off.
Look up the term bandwagon fan in the dictionary and you will see my 8-year-old ginger face staring in wonder at Jordan on the TV.