A fly ball is hope. I will continue to cheer for hope, despite the fact that there are people who like to tell me how to be a fan. What would you like me to do, wait until the ball finds a glove or the seats? It's over by then. I will continue to boo the opposing team throwing over to first, while not booing my team. Even with the fact that throwing over twice is now an advantage to my team. I will cheer for Chorizo in the Sausage Race, even though he breaks my heart every time. I will cheer and clap when the organ prompts me to do so.
I won't do the wave, though. I think it's tired. You do you, however.