This is an up close look at a brain's defense mechanism against facing the truth of one's existence. The man has looked down the abyss of a team that's never won anything, and a future of never winning anything, and made the only logical choice Professsor Falcon, not to play. He's the fat loser who decided he's just not that into women/men/furries and is going to happily live out his days in Second Life.
Of course, if aTm ever wins anything, he will be the loudest guy screaming and yelling with a cum stain on his pants. Do you know how I know this? Becuase instead of aggie sports being such a secondary part of his life, where he does so many fine and worthwhile things with his free time, he has an accuont on Texags and posts telling people how he's so much better than a typcal fan. It's all bullshit, otherwise he'd be out in his garden planting his spring pollenators for the bees while listening to classical music or a podcast about language and syntax. Like most texags posters, he's delusional and completely full of shit.