What is a fan? A fan is a lot like a friend. A fan, sees a teams warts, but loves and roots for them the same. A critic is someone who has no discernible talent so tries to make someone else feel as useless as he/she is. A critic is a low-life creature that lacks any talent or ability to contribute anything, yet chooses to verbally attack and put down the works of others.
Through usage of long words and general pretenciousness, they pretend to show intelligence and also to appear human like the rest of us, hiding their true parasite form. Everyone has, and is entitled to, an opinion, but a critic makes it their businness to state their opinion to everyone through the media or press, and to state their opinion as fact. If you are a musician, film-maker, artist, writer, baseball player, etc, and you see a professional critic writing a review about you, do the right thing and kill them where they stand! If you want to know if a film or band or baseball player, etc. is any good, don’t read the reviews, ask a friend what they think.
Here’s what someone said about Art Critics: “Imagine, you get to Heaven and St Peter asks what you did with your life and you say, ‘Oh I just said what other people did wrong!’”
I subscribe to the theory that a critic is someone who comes onto the battlefield after the battle is over and shoots the wounded. A critic is a legless man who teaches running. A critic is a bundle of biases held loosely together by a sense of taste. Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it’s done, they’ve seen it done every day, but they’re unable to do it themselves. A critic never fights the battle; they just go around shooting the wounded.
A non-doer is very often a critic – that is, someone who sits back and watches doers, and then waxes philosophically about how the doers are doing. It’s easy to be a critic, but being a doer requires effort, risk, and change.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. (Theodore Roosevelt)
Are you a critic? I used to be, but I’m not any more. Not after I read what Teddy Roosevelt said. I love Joe Torre, I love Rick Honeycutt, I love everybody. I couldn’t do better myself.