Since We're on the Topic of Fan Angst Today...

HT: MGoBlog

Take away the video camera, the alcohol, the women, the shirtlessness (pretty much a summary of my high school years), and add a megaphone stolen from my high school, a pair of Auburn boxers that had been on my head for good luck, a dresser that was begging to be cleared with one wipe of my hand, and bemused brother probably hoping against hope that we're not really from the same gene pool and you have yours truly at the end of the 1988 Auburn-LSU game.