12/08/2025
Nobody loved UNCW more than Ian Shriner.
If you were a regular at Brooks in the early 2000s, chances are, you saw him — or more likely, heard him — cheering on his Hawks.
Whether you met him at a baseball game or over the grill at Parchie’s, you could count on a friendly greeting, and if you weren’t careful, a full breakdown of another disappointing Cowboys season or an intricate, 37-point plan for fixing the government.
Underneath the ‘Superfan,’ Ian was the first person to reach out to friends who needed a little support, and most importantly to him, a dedicated father to his son, Jackson.
We’ll miss watching Ian get the crowd going at Brooks and meeting up with him every year in DC for the tournament.
Even more than that, we’ll miss the postgames, hearing the pride he had in being a father and the next crazy plan he had for getting to see a Seahawks game.
Ian Shriner didn’t fit into any box; he was a true 1 of 1 human who wasn’t afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve, or on a warm day at Brooks, shed those sleeves altogether to celebrate a big win.
We’ll miss you, buddy. Superfan, Inc. forever.
