You have Dreamland BBQ bookmarked in your favorites. You've been to Neyland and witnessed the "Running through the T". You've ever asked yourself at a game where the Gators are playing, "Am I THAT drunk or does it look like Gator fans always seem to sway back & forth at the end of the third quarter?" You've had lemonade at Toomer's Corner. You've walked under the Arch in Athens. You've been to Baton Rouge with nothing to eat at a tailgate party but are not worried because you know SOMEBODY is going to feed you. For better or for worse you know EXACTLY the importance of the following date: November 8, 1980. You've ever tailgated along the Cock-A-Boose Railroad. You've gone through approximately 300 car window flags in your fan career. You always complain about what worthless rags the pre-season magazines are but you still can't resist buying them. You think anybody that DOESN'T want to call it "The World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party" is a weenie. Your head feels like it is on a spindle (men) while enjoying the "scenery" at a game...especially in Oxford. (JMHO) You're damn glad that Arkansas and South Carolina joined the conference and you kind of wish only because of the difference in the gameday experience that we could swap Vandy to the ACC in favor of Clemson. You've ever rented a port-a-pottie SPECIFICALLY for your own tailgate party. A buddy of mine just did that very thing for the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party. Now THAT is what I call being committed...or perhaps he should be!