This might seem like nothing more than good, clean, inane fun, but some people think The Wave is a drowner. Reggie Jackson claims to be "distracted" by the phenomenon, and one of those old party poopers at the New York Times has likened it to a "plague" causing normal fans, if that isn't a contradiction in terms, to act "like village idiots." Despite such denunciations, more than one village idiot, including a roving cheerleader known professionally—and fittingly—as Krazy George, has been noisily claiming the dubious title Father of the Wave.
It's a meaningless quarrel. The real question is: What human need has The Wave fulfilled that has caused it to spread so far, so fast? The answer seems obvious. Even spectators eventually get tired of spectating; they want to get into the act. By every indication The Wave is still cresting. College football fans have even taken to competitive Waving—seeing how many times they can keep a Wave whirlpooling around an oval stadium. Perhaps 1985 will bring professional Waving, complete with competing Wave teams and hysterical fans. If that happens, look for someone to start distracting the professional Wavers—maybe by hanging 10 in the bleachers.