Dallas Stars at Anaheim Ducks January 15, 2016

I have never been a hardcore sports fan. Meaning, I will watch the Superbowl for the beer and nachos, enjoy a basketball game for the, er, beer and nachos and, um, well, you get the jist. In fact, sports culture has always been lost on me. Feeling emotional over gorgeous men on my television screen, totally not my thing, right? Wait.

Uh oh.

It started innocuously enough. I ran into this adorable hockey comic on Tumblr called Check Please by Ngozi, and became intrigued with the language, atmosphere and culture surrounding the game. I was soon pointed to the GQ line of the Dallas Stars hockey club by Liz Keysmash and then, it was all downhill into the trashcan (my favorite place to be, honestly). I started in my comfort zone, which is to say, I read a bunch of RPF fanfic, as I began to appreciate the aesthetics of hockey. I delved into meticulous research of the game (Yeah, I did research. I’m still a nerd) in order to figure out the definitions of terms such as hat trick, celly and whatever the hell a scrum is. I listened to games on the Stars app and watched a few on tv, started following different players and teams on Twitter and, all of a sudden, just like that, I found myself genuinely interested in the sport. I blame the bro-feels, team vibes, fisticuffs, and, of course, the hot, muscular dudes who take totally platonic showers together, for reeling me into one of the most underappreciated sports in all of fandom. Go figure.

Lately, I find myself worshipping at the Church of Orlando Jones.

Image property of OJ himself

The 46- year old, self-proclaimed (and with street cred to back it up) fangirl has won the internet, and if you don’t know, now you know. With articles published within the last year or so on The Daily Dot, BuzzFeed and Vulture–basically the pop culture top 3–focusing on his positive interactions with fans and fandom in general, it’s hard not to know who Orlando is and what he means to those whom take this fandom life seriously. I’ve loved Orlando since Evolution (oh, yeah, I went there). The man gets around when it comes to random roles across the genres, but he seems to have found a home on the hit FOX television series, Sleepy Hollow as Captain Frank Irving.

Nice glasses.

I’m going to admit right now, Sleepy Hollow is on my mental queue of shows to watch. It wasn’t on my radar til the Christmas hiatus, and now, of course, Hulu and Fox.com only have episodes 7 through the season 1 finale but I MUST watch from episode 1 DUH. So, I suppose the show will have to wait until A) Someone I know downloads it and I can watch it that-a-way or B) I actually purchase at least the first 5 episodes on iTunes. That being said, I can still love the man, can’t I? If it’s wrong, I don’t wanna be right, and here are 10 reasons why.