Loyalty To The End...Worth It?

I was at the Reds v Cardinals game on thursday.  It was a day game so the fact that there was only 2,500 or so people there didn't suprise me in the least.  I  mean if I wasn't currently unemployed I wouldn't have made it.  (most likely..) it was really like urban warfare to get me out for lunch most of the time..

So here I was eating a slice of La Rosa's pizza , peanuts and having a beer in a row by myself out in far left field.  Proably one of the best situations for me to be in.  Food, no one crowding me, no one talking to me, good weather.  I couldn't be happier.  This happiness

 goes on for a little while past the first inning.  Then with my luck, we start losing, and we start losing badly starting off with a grand slam from Chris Carpenter, a pitcher no less to start the ball rolling against us.  I'm trying to root my team on when what happens next?  People start seat hopping and coming into my area thinking they might see a Pujols homer over where I'm sitting.  So now my game is going a little south, and my territory is being threatened by Cardinals fans no less.  Anyone who's watched specials about territorial creatures should know that this is a bad idea.  I could just move, but that would be giving in, and I won't do that when my team is losing and I in fact was here first.  That's when the heckling begins, not from me, but from the Cardinals fans.  "So what high school drop out are you going to put on the mound next?"  then a little, "Man if the Reds could get any worse they'd be the Pirates or the Nationals"

I go and get myself another beer and take a walk around the stadium.  It's something I do when we're losing.  When you are at Great American you have to look up in the concourse to really appreciate what they've done.  There are huge photos of newspapers hanging from the ceilings of great times in in Reds history.  The club and executive levels have quote after quote of great players reminding you that history takes time and winning is something to be savored.  I made my way back to my seat.

By this time the game has gotten really out of hand 9 to 0, and my rivals are entrenched in my area.  I do what any good fan does in this situation.  I start cheering for every Red that does anything good.  "Good Catch!"  "Great hit!" "BRRRRUUUUUUCE!" being as abnoxious as I can with my fandom.  In hopes of rattling my invaders to move on.  After all they seat hopped to get to me, and there are pleanty of other seats, better seats to hop to.  This does nothing, inning, after inning.  We start losing, by more and more.

By the time the game was wrapping up I was 1 of maybe 300 still at the ball park. My 10 or so intruders were among those still there as well.

So here's my feeling and my question.  I'm not sure who I'm more pissed at.

1. The other fans who saw we were losing and left before the game was over.  Loyalty is something not to be messed with.

2. The Cards fans who invaded my space

3. The fact that they are better fans than my Reds fans since they stayed to the end despite an even longer drive than I (I'm from Indy so it's 4 hours round trip for me to go to a game)

4. Myself for allowing this all to get to me.