Thanks to the Colts, Pacers, Notre Dame, and IU, this state leads the country in “we do it differently here; we do it the right way” sports sanctimony. This is probably why the Colts ended up complaining about those deflated balls to begin with. Sure, they got a hole charred in their asses against New England, but they lost WITH HONOR. Living in Indiana means being a shitbag and holding your head high about it.
Indiana is a perpetual small-time dump where you go to lord your values over other people because you have nothing better to do with yourself. It is the most direct route from Chicago to the Deep South. There are parts of Southern Indiana that are more Kentucky than Kentucky is. There are Jesus billboards EVERYWHERE. As a city, Indianapolis consists of 10 nice blocks surrounded by an ocean of SHIT. It’s the city IU grads go to when they didn’t get good enough grades to land a job in Chicago. The best town in Indiana is Pawnee, which does not actually exist.
As for the fans, these are repossessed football fans, taken from college teams and basketball fanbases that have fallen on hard times. They are fat and ugly and, in many ways, Andrew Luck is their ideal avatar. I mean, look at this guy: