Taking one for the team, literally

I get really into watching UNC games. My hands are chapped from clapping, my throat is hoarse from cheering/yelling obscenities and I even get a little sweaty. An attractive look all around. But lately I've apparently been taking things to a new level - I perch on the corner of the bar stool (aka on the edge of my seat!) so tightly that I leave the bar with huge bruises on the backs of both thighs.

Exhibit A:

So I am truly putting blood, sweat and tears into being a fan. You're welcome, Tar Heels. Feel free to thank me by winning the national championship.