Every game I pretend to sit in my apartment alone and scream at the top of my lungs for two hours
Sounds like overcompensating to me.
For my small penis.
I literally injured my right calf (identical to left calf injury in softball playoffs last year for Cody's historians) dancing in my apartment after last night's win. Couldn't celebrate much at the bar because everybody was either sadsack, ANGRY or indifferent. So when I got home I threw on Harry Belafonte's "Jump In The Line" and jumped in the line - kablewie! - right plantaris tendon gone.
Am I a true fan now?
Something about "having to ask..."