The System is very simple.
You are a fanboy, because you like a game that was either Pop or Corporate (if we would like to continue along the music vein). This means, therefore, that you will be vehemently, obstinately opposed to anything that is not your golden calf (FF7).
Now, we have that Haut Gamerestghzvbbbbljk (none of which is pronounced--it's Fronsh, you see) faction, who believe that their golden calf could kick your golden calf's ass in mortal combat, then melt the gold down, plant their golden ass in it, then dissolve the golden assprint in aqua regis and sell it to the Ferengi with their hideous Jew ears. The Haut Gamerestghzvbbbbljk also realise that you must be rabidly obsessed with FF7, and subsequently explode in a huge frenzy of fear (OMGASH HE'S TOTALLY A FANBOY HE'S NOT GOING TO LIKE OUR FAVOURITE GAMES WTF) and then level their panicked accusations of fanboyism at you.
Now, take a situation in which I loudly proclaim that I am deeply, madly, passionately in love with, say, The Twisted Tales of Spike McFang. Three quarters of you vacant goons are going to sniff your fingers and cock your empty heads at me in stunned silence. It is highly unlikely that anyone is going to level the Fanboy charge at my twisted, deranged self. The scenario changes, however, when I say the same things about FF6.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, this is a huge climactic battle. The sort of thing you were rocking out to on the Big Bridge scene in FFV. Why? Perhaps it is the mentality of the Final Fantasist. Quizás it is--well, I'll stop there.
I'm not really interested in psychoanalysing the whole sorry mess that is the Gamer and how their individual favourite is a phallic symbol that comes under fire from a darkened mother figure when opp--yeah, alright. I'm stopping.