Just learn to recognize the sights and sounds of insecurity, and you'll be fine. Hint: You'll find a few around here.
As the managing editor of BUTTHURT AFICIONADO, I have developed something of a grading continuum to help distinguish between posters who quietly feel sheepish about how much they are letting their male ancestors down with their current level of soccer fandom (probably ITC), to the posters who clearly can't throw a spiral (definitely mdmh), to the frustrated souls wistfully remembering happier times when they didn't have to cry in front of their girlfriends at movies (I've got Strick slotted here; I still have hope for that kid) on up to the weapons-grade baseless arrogance of undepheated.
The point is, this is the internet and the internet is the platform for everyone's wounded inner child to roar for attention. Let them roar. It does them good and the venting surely must make them better husbands, fathers, co-workers and friends. Try not to take it all so seriously. For all of their diverse and well-defined shortcomings, these people are still fellow Wake fans. How bad could they really be?