This past October, the critically acclaimed, award winning team of JoeSportsFan.com Fan Hunters stumbled on to one of Seattle's finest, Mr. "Sea-Fence". As we've come to find out through research, in-depth reporting and a little insight from our email tipsters, Mr. Sea-Fence is much more than a large, massive wall of humanity toting a sign that fails to make any sense: he's Seattle's version of the Super Fan... the Super Fan with a few scores to settle.

Big Lo is 400 pounds of intense passion, and right now, he's just a little bit pissed off at former Sonics owner Howard Schultz:

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Big Lo standing outside of a Starbuck's drive-through to talk to the Super Sonics owner? Come on. That's like asking to speak to "Ronald" outside of McDonald's, or Jack at Jack In The Box. And yes, that was Mr. Sea-Fence, Seattle's self-proclaimed biggest fan. And yes, he was wearing an Oakland A's jacket in the video. Makes perfect sense.

If the Sonics actually do leave town, they might want to check for slashed tires before the moving vans and trucks start the ignition...

"It's going to be one hell of a tug-of-war if they grant them permission to leave, because I'm going to be pulling on that bus."

Indeed.

In addition to fighting the powers that be, Big Lo lives and dies with all of his Seattle teams. Since the Sonics have set a franchise record for futility in '07/'08, Lo is in poor health, shocking, I know.

"I've been through more medical situations this year than ever before. I got the flu, pneumonia, a bladder infection. I've never been so sick. This Sonics situation has got me physically sick, as well as mentally sick."

Super Fans aren't supposed to get sick - and neither are superheroes. That's exactly what you are, Big Lo. You are a living, breathing action figure, so your health should not be in question. Your city and your teams NEED YOU.

[Turn back to 3rd person point of view] Big Lo has also had 3 people die in his arms, died 3 times during surgery to halt a flesh eating disease (keep the jokes on mute, please), he worked as a bouncer at a strip club, had problems with alcohol and marijuana, tried out for The Biggest Loser, and convinced OJ Simpson to autograph his black leather glove. Oh, and he won the lottery too.

He's also really good with barbecue:

"They used to call me the Muhammad Ali of the barbecue biz."

And when the Sonics return from road trips on cold, snowy nights, Big Lo drives to the airport, clears off the snow and ice on the players' cars and serves as a one man welcoming committee.

"The guys get a kick out of my loyalty. Some call it stalking, some call it puzzling. I call it fun."

We call it obsessive. But if you insist on being the biggest fan in the city, could you at least refrain from wearing an Oakland A's jacket in your protest videos?

And stop with the stupid signs. Not even your action figure hawks for that damn thing.