Looking around the arena tonight, the usual suspects were all there: the Dancing Lady, Free Throw Guy, Dancing Bruce, but no Superfan. I can't remember the last game I saw you at. You seem to have disappeared like Brandon Roy's cartilage. No one wears the glossy red, black and white face paint, shades, headband and curly wig quite like you. The Rose Garden is definitely quieter without your "Get Loud!" sign to inspire us, and your absence a few rows behind the opponents bench is noticeable. We miss you more than Rudy misses his 'mam'.
Is it the 3-goggles?