These are the kinds of people you run into when you attend a Bear-sponsored motorcycle rally. (This is from Ruben Brown's Motorcycle Run, a charity ride for the Salvation Army.) The man's name is Glenn Timmermann, who apparently gets any current Bear and former Bear—and maybe a few Bad News Bears—that he's ever met to autograph his body and then he turns it into a tattoo. He's also not a fan of shirts.

I can understand the Ditka tat (sorta; not really) and maybe even the big Chicago "C" on the back of the head. But Tom Thayer? Shaun Gayle? Is there any Bear who isn't off the table? Paul Edinger? Erik Kramer? You have to draw the line at Sauerbrun, don't you? Or is that line already running down your thigh?

Ruben Brown's Motorcycle Run keeps on rollin' [Sports Pros(e)]

At least, there's no November Rain in the Superdome. I can't even begin to describe the joy inside that comes from watching the pure, unbridled devotion pour out of this mustachioed, '80s hair rocker who has leapt forward in time—or got stuck in it—to give his love and support to his favorite star-crossed football team. He is an inspiration to all fans everywhere, especially those who bore the world their crappy YouTube videos. Look at the production value on this! The man is an artist.

Seriously, close the door to your office and spend some company overtime checking out Supa Saint's video library of athletic support. (I recommend his Michael Mann tribute and his Philly call out.) Kevin Bacon and Baby Mangino couldn't do it any better.

Supa Saint's Turbo-Awesome Website for your Enjoyment! [Supa Saint]
The "SupaSaint" will Footloose-dance the pain of Saints fandom away [Cajun Boy]

Not to be critical, but why do I get the feeling that Freddy's apartment is filled to the ceiling with old newspapers, empty soda cans and bits of shiny metal he found around town, and that he owns every episode of I Love Lucy on videotape? And I'm supposed to allow my kids to "bang his pot" at crotch level?

I guess what bothers me about Freddy, and many "superfans" like him, are all the freaking non sequiturs. He's got a frying pan and a teaspoon, and I'm supposed to hit the frying pan with the spoon ... and that will give the Yankees luck, and New York will win the East? Norse mythology makes more sense.

I much prefer fans such as Bearman, a Chicago regular who wears a Bears jersey and an actual bear's head. At least that follows a logical thread, and doesn't make me suspect him when the pigeons suddenly begin disappearing in his neighborhood. Why can't pro superfans be more like Keggy, the unofficial Dartmouth beer keg who needs no explanation? He simply rules.

But anyway, to avoid further criticism, please list your favorite pro sports eccentric in the comments — with as much background information as you can provide — so that I will never sully his reputation in future posts; I have better things to do than to Google every crackpot with a feather duster taped to his ass who shows up at a major league ballpark. So speak now, or forfeit your right to future criticism.

Sammy Sosa Dissed By All-Star Signage [Deadspin]