The fanatics have to hold up a phoney regal air. They have to hang onto Frauderer, who cried like a stinky crack addicted bum on the street just because he lost a tennis match after having a piss easy draw.
Federer fans have to do absolutely nothing. Federer himself gets under your skin like nobody else. Do you wake up in the morning and see his face winking at you? The same face that gives you nightmares at night?
It must be hard being you.