Laces are tied, foam fingers in hand, clean-pressed jerseys feeling snug. All that's left for these diehards is an empty poster board and an array of brightly-colored permanent markers.
Whoever told you sporting events involved athletic masterpieces and crowd eruptions hasn't seen what we've seen, hasn't teared from laughter the way we have after truly studying the art of fandship.
There are those who reek of violence, others who always seem depressed and, finally, those who veer towards comedy as they watch their team battle for victory.
Get ready for 100 hilarious pics of fans improvising and entertaining, giving their teams more than just a loud roar and respectful clap.
It's recommended that you avoid beverages during the viewing of this production. Enjoy.
Teamwork makes the dream work.
A dedicated husband indeed.
And as we search for the man in doubt, we find out that Chase Daniels does in fact "eat boogers."
Asking you why seems better, but the answer is quite obvious.
Eerily reminiscent of Ben Stiller's "kung-foo grip" in Meet the Parents.
Loyal, enthusiastic, creative...extremely disturbing.
A vicious never-ending circle for the former(?) gunslinger.
He may still be lingering around the gridiron.
Beware of the big bad wolf.
We're truly envious. What an experience that must have been.
Vicious tailgating all season.
Looks like you missed a spot, but solid effort overall.
This diverse collection never gets old, but the "Clay's Sack" poster is by far the most mature.
The truth hoits.
The glorious return of Pat Burrell to Philly.
Two is always better than one, well done sir.
He's probably enjoying a better view, considering you're covering half the stadium with that poster.
Don't worry guys, I got this. (voice of All-Star mom putting the team on her back)
We always despise that one obnoxious "I got this on my own" fan who never sits down.
The humorous ellipsis truly completes this masterpiece.
Just take a tad off the back, please and thank you.
Hopefully he tipped.
Hopefully he didn't waste one making this outfit.
The Posey one is expected, but the Tim Lincecum reference...well, that's just stellar wordplay.
The Black Hole is a melting pot of creativity.
Raiders Nation never fails to baffle, scare and inspire.
Purple is clearly the new 20.
Just back from a dental checkup and a necessary cleaning it seems.
It's nice to see they care.
Wait! We're not snapping the silly pic just yet.
It clearly takes a unique head shape to complete this outfit.
Using Cecil Newton's real name might have improved the authenticity a bit, but kudos for creativity.
A defense seems unnecessary with intimidation like this oozing from the stands.
On this tranquil, almost melancholy day there was one healing soul ready to enlighten the crowd.
Several plucks on the old banjo always pleases listeners.
Easily the sexiest part of any Olympic Games.
Absolutely burned, enough said.
Pure dedication, honorable indeed.
Air is overrated, this ball's got grit and history behind it.
Apparently Wookies aren't extinct, and they love football.
If the goal of the game is to pile on as many arbitrary collectibles as possible, this fan has already secured the trophy.
His shadowing neighbor seems naturally in awe.
Hopefully they're referring to ferocious defense, aggressive drives to the hoop and pure focus...yeah BYU got pretty nasty on this glorious February night.
On the rare chance he gets hungry during the game, this fan's got all the accoutrement necessary for nourishment.
Perhaps the kindest response LeBron James has received while on the Heat.
And by Tebow you mean John Cena, right?
You've colorfully, yet sufficiently gotten your point across, thank you.
The face paint may be a bit off, but the enlarged plastic masterpiece more than certainly makes up for it.
If they didn't say "world's largest underpants," this wouldn't make sense. (stinking of sarcasm over here)
While it's been established that Pau Gasol does indeed look like a Llama, let's appreciate the fan underneath the sign trying to emulate the regal creature.
His expression can't go unappreciated.
Classy, it's obvious this sign was thoroughly thought out.
Just a routine Roman general protecting his flock from invading Germanic tribes, nothing out of whack here.
It's only expected that he took you all out to a nice seafood dinner first.
A bit more baffled by the fan to the right checking his questionable neighbor out from behind.
He just couldn't hold it any longer, defeat at last.
Time for a coffee refill, what a buzzkill.
He's not showing at all for two months, wow.
Leaning towards Zebrasaurus as the name, extraterrestrial as the species.
Can't wait to attend Mardi Gras.
That is one strange emoticon, a new kind of wink it seems.
Understandable of course, but what's with the mysterious stain on the left?
Please let that be Charlie Kelly.
As if going bananas for Kevin Burkhardt were a natural thing.
She doesn't seem to be even close to kidding around.
It's clearly colder than a mother-in-law's love over there.
The Belmont Stakes seems to have that effect on people.
It's tough being a Cubs fan.
Her boyfriend is likely salivating in the next seat.
Most of us will continue wondering why she had a chunky pork chop while on live television in the first place.
Nothing wrong here, it's just the Jets' form of the word zest.
Spicing things up a bit.
Clueless, smile-filled parents...so typical.
Greasy egg rolls keep many of us sane.
Let's be serious, it's the background sign that's got us spraying milk everywhere.
For the record...Snoop Dogg for President, end of story.
Dirtied khaki shorts and several electric shocks later, this 17-year-old fan was still winnnnnnning.
Don't shake your head, it was only a matter of time before this happened.
A truly inspirational rivalry, father and son bonding over mutual disdain.
Anchorman quotes continue to reign supreme.
The green-man fad continues to fill every crevice of sports fandom.
The view is phenomenal, often breathtaking.
Weezy F. Baby looks ready to l-l-lick the court like a lollipop.
But are they ready to save the world when the time comes?
Stunning, regal, glorious...the perfect NFL fan.
"Go hard or go home" is this guy's motto...well done.
Precise punctuation and stellar grammar, the Intruder Song lives on.
We haven't seen jaw enthusiasm like this since Dick Tracy's '30s comic strip.
Oh my god. Becky, look at...yeah this guy is quite enamored.
Concentrate on your own drum bro.
Buddhist monks should probably avoid procreation with the Blue Man Group, just a suggestion.
Without a doubt the greatest goatee on Earth.
If that is truly your only purpose then, well...we respect that.
Natural reaction, we get it.
Iron Mike would be proud.
He must be the type who uses "like" after every syllable.
Is any of this for sale?
This must be how racing fans pass the time in Merseyside, England.
It's a me, a Mario!
Flirting with a Napoleon Dynamite demeanor, but naturally achieving Lloyd Christmas' "most-annoying-sound-in-the-world" look.
He seems to be dreaming about a Caribbean vacation with his favorite hockey player, as he watches Pyatt gracefully glide across the rough ice.
That could turn out to be a messy tackle.
It doesn't get any realer than this.
Ah, they start so young.
Homemade macaroni and cheese at its best.
Easily the greatest sight known to man, words can't possibly suffice.
Team-colored bra: $10
Colorful wig: $25
Team shirt: $40
Leaving teeth at home: Priceless
If only this were a stacked foot-long sandwich, we could say he was an Aggie eating a Hoagie.
Oh what could have been.
The combination of violent athleticism, lack of daily excitement away from the rink and five two many spiked lemonades can certainly make a fan lose his cool.