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.
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