Seemingly are running a high fever, but in actually have simply been standing too close to the restaurant’s food-warmer heating lamps while impatiently waiting for your wings.
You pile your unwashed underwear onto your tv room floor while watching games, so that you can capture some of that genuine locker room aroma.
While lovemaking, you think of games and stats not to delay orgasm, but because you just enjoy thinking about games and stats.
On the off chance that all technology fails simultaneously, you have your bracket tattooed onto your chest.
You can actually tolerate being around your dad and brothers long enough to watch the games.
You have several flu-like symptoms, but that’s simply due to being either drunk or hungover for more than eight days in a row.
Your tailgating at your mother’s funeral.
The face paint is permanent.