mindfield

So.

Apparently there are more, much MORE crazier Clay fans out there comparing to me. The fan base is so strong that they'd made it a Republic. (See title above.)

Hordes of Clay's fans, mostly female, though some articles have stated them to be a wide berth of people from all age and sex - compete to build a fan base with creative names and titles such as Claymates. Unlikely sex symbols, indeed.
The Canadian-based fans dub themselves Claynadians and back in the States, it's the Ameraikens.
Many new terms are coined each day in dedication towards Clay, the craziest so far is the one I found within the Clay Train: OCB. Stands for Our Collective Boyfriend!

W-O-W. One female pro columnist simply stated that she's madly in love with Clay, "as superficially as a twelve-year-old loves Justin Timberlake." And this is a grown-up woman, with two children.

In one of the many articles I've read so far, there's this one comment that's still stuck. Because it slightly creepy or what, I'm not sure. It's about this woman who travelled some distance and finally got to meet Clay. In an interview post-meeting she commented, clutching her chest, "I can die now."

But my foremost fave article so far has come from the editor of EliteTV. He (there's no name underneath the article, I just assume it's a guy) wrote it in response of many Clay's fans' letter to Ray Courtright Jr.
Courtright himself is a fierce fan of Clay and the articles he wrote concerning AI were very flattering indeed. I like the way he described the night Clay sang "Solitaire" (the much anticipated night, by me, at least!): "The women in my vicinity had to be scraped off the floor after that performance."

Whee!

I am officially mortified.

*points at ShoutBox* Some months ago I watched a couple of Iker's games at TPI and I thought the show's presenter, Hilbram Dunar was being a little unfair toward him.
Being a fierce fan of Iker, I too became fiercely unfair toward Dunar. Now when I think about what I'd said about him and having him actually read it, I'd much prefer it if I'm now six feet under.

So, here now is my heartfelt apology, Hilbram - no explaination nor excuses, I don't have any. It's just plain unfair of me. (Although if you see my Mental Age you'd understand.)

Moreover, I think it takes something else to actually respond to my harsh, unthinking splutter, not to mention being exceptionally humble and big-hearted about it. If any fan of Hilbram Dunar needs more conviction of his worthiness, I think this blog is where they can find it.