They're just suckers with low self-esteem, that need validation that they're team has turned it around and are awesome now because deep down in their heart of heart when they're sitting up at night staring out the cracked window of their ramshackle, social style concrete block apartment buildings listening to their wives eating yo-ho's by the ton that last year was a matter of things going way to perfectly and well. And that a 30+ point improvement is more then likely a fluke that can't be replicated .
So to make themselves feel better they wrap themselves in a false cloak of superiority made up of shaved cat hair and tears and mount a vigorous and often empty defense of anything Oiler or Edmonton negative.
Knowing that for a few brief seconds that they are empowered and have risen beyond their one bed room tenement with the TV with the bent antennae, and the Sally Ann inspired outfit made of burlap and depression medicine containers.
But they know that it will all come crashing down like that time when their wheel of government cheese was delayed by an incompetent Mailman named Joey Joe Joe.
