6 Superfans Whose Fandom Crossed The Line Into Madness

Sure, some people would spend $168,000 on trivial material goods, like a home. But Winter doesn't have a permanent residence, preferring to live on the road like a caffeine ronin. The Starbucks are to some extent just an excuse for endless world travel, but Winter also really, really likes coffee, having documented stops at an additional 1000 indie coffee shops and once drinking 29 cups in a single day that left him feeling "awful." And one day Winter will weep, for there will be no more Starbucks left to conquer. And because he'll have to pee really badly throughout his entire heart attack.

A typical month costs Chen over $1,000 of in-app purchases and additions to his phone bank, but the retiree considers it worth the price to get some exercise, make some friends, and stave off Alzheimer's. Adorably, he rarely participates in gym battles, because like a great warrior of old, he knows his own strength and doesn't want to crush innocent casuals.

He's even become a bit of a local celebrity, and tourists searching him out are impressed by his muscle memory. This is all after being introduced to the game by his grandson, who is no doubt desperately trying to prevent him from learning about that new Harry Potter mobile game.

So if you need to know the name of the audience member who audibly coughed on September 14, 1985, Don Giller is your man. His apartment is stuffed floor to ceiling with Letterman tapes, and he gained such a reputation as "Donz the superfan" that he was the punchline to a Letterman Top 10 bit on signs that you spend too much time online.

While Giller's obsession might have worried Letterman (if Letterman hadn't been busy dealing with more ... physical stalkers), his work does serve a valuable purpose, as late-night shows tend to be poorly archived compared to scripted television. And Giller has a sense of perspective about his hobby, joking that with Letterman retired, he could finally start dating again. Maybe don't invite anyone back to that apartment on the first date.

Dos Anjos tattooed his beloved Brazilian soccer team's jersey onto his body -- a feat that required 90 hours over 32 sessions. But he got a good deal. Dos Anjos initially only paid to have his upper torso inked, but, impressed by his dedication, the artist did the rest for free. And at least it looks professionally done, which arguably can't be said for Felipe Alvarez, who inscribed an Atletico Nacional jersey onto his mortal flesh.

But at least it's meant as a tribute to beloved Colombian player Andres Escobar, who was murdered after accidentally scoring a decisive own goal at the 1994 World Cup. An athlete who doesn't need even more honoring is Michael Jordan, which didn't stop a Dominican man known only as @Kon3Viga from commissioning this regrettable masterpiece:

It was done by a dedicated team of artists, because even Michelangelo had help painting the Sistine Chapel. Meanwhile, Californian Jose Romero is a veritable Louvre of questionable skin art, with more than 30 tattoos that include Dodgers Stadium across his goddamn head.

That piece required seven hours of work, three weeks of convalescence, and a lifetime of accepting subpar service during trips to San Francisco. Romero also displays a Lakers Championship ring on the back of his dome:

Killer Tattoo Shop

And on top we can see the logo of the Raiders. Who are now moving to Las Vegas. And have been absolute garbage for 17 years and counting.

Killer Tattoo ShopAnd also don't have any skulls in their logo.

But the perfect storm of terrible sports tattoos belongs to Jeremy Gentry, who combined shoddy quality, unfortunate placement, and regrettable blind faith into one unforgettable disaster. Before the start of the 2016 NFL season, Gentry got a presumptuous Philadelphia Eagles championship tat on his neck.

Jeremy Gentry*CoughDenver24Carolina10Cough*

Quite ambitious, considering that the Eagles finished the previous season at 7-9. The Hollywood miracle predicted by Gentry and literally no one else did not transpire, and the Eagles finished the '16 season with an identical 7-9 record. At least it must have been pretty easy to turn that 6 into an 8 when they finally won in 2018.

Yes, he lives in a copy of Joey and Chandler's apartment. Oh, and he's legally changed his name from Du Xin to "Gunther," which is a little sad, considering that he could have gone with literally any other character. Aim high, buddy.

Then again, he did manage to marry a woman named Rachel, raise a son named Joey, and own a cat named Smelly Cat, so he must be doing something right. As a reminder, (show) Gunther had an unrequited crush on (show) Rachel, so that's either one tolerant woman or two people acting out an extremely specific fetish. He also collects memorabilia associated with the characters, like the Lionel Richie album that Chandler sings to Janice and the knife Phoebe uses in the one that isn't legally allowed to air anymore.

This whimsical madness began when DoppleGunther got his ass dumped. A (now likely regretful) friend suggested that he get over his love life being DOA by watching the show, and he took to it with a religious fervor, stating, "I try to persuade more people to watch Friends just like persuading a lot of people to believe in some kind of religion. These six people spent 10 years [teaching] you how to love." Yes, pop culture fandom has reached the point where people are proselytizing on behalf of '90s sitcoms. We anxiously await the day when Friends fans launch a crusade to reclaim the holy land of New York City from the people who can't stop quoting Seinfeld.

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