I laugh at weaklings
A real fan's spine doesn't turn to jello.
A real fan has the stomach of a goat.
A real fan can cheer and yell with a chili dog in one hand, beer in the other and cheese dip on both cheeks.
A real fan isn't timid as a mouse but strong, loud and aggressive like a Viking Berserker. Man up.
Many thanks to TheOysterMan for the sloppy joe biscuit cups, Island Salad and to BamaPeppy for the pickled quail eggs and hogs head cheese. Thanks to my son and son in law for boiling the shrimp, potatoes and corn on the cob.