Just be proud to be a 'shiner.
'Shiners don't get stomachaches. They don't say things like "Game" after a scoreless first half inning. They don't throw things at their TVs. They look forward to balmy Spring Training weather in Viera. They don't mind April chill or August heat. They don't act like everyone has to be flawless. They appreciate athletic endeavor, knowing that they could never do in a million years what those they are slamming do every day. They understand that Davey, Mike, and even Jim, have better baseball minds than they do. They understand that more women belong in the BWT (but not all, oh no, not all). They mind fact, but happily.
That's my 'Shiner manifesto.
I'm neutral, but I'm sympathetic toward the shiners. If forced to choose, I'd be a shiner.