The Ten Most Annoying Types of Football Fans

These are the fans whocannot seem to go out in public with their clothes on.

And unlike the "She Packs," these fans do not look the part.

I even saw a picture of a pregnant woman with a Raider logo pained on her belly-bump.

I just about threw up. Another example came in the broadcast of the Miami-Georgia Tech game earlier this year, where two girls had completely pasted themselves in glittery orange and green paint.

Another very unpleasant sight. Proper game day attire is a team hat or beanie, a team jersey or hoodie, and jeans.

These are the fans that arrive at football games, not as spectators, but as sound systems.

Worst case scenario, one of these plops a squat in the seat behind you. In that moment, whatever you paid for your ticket was not worth it.

While attending the Georgia-Marshall game in 2004, a man and his wife sat behind us, completely decked out in Georgia apparel.

It was pleasant, until the wife began to scream "Come on Greeney!" after every single play.

Ma'am! David Greene cannot hear you from up here, and his name is pronounced GREEN, not GREENEY!

Anyone familiar with this photo?

ESPN caught this lonesome Clemson fan, while attending the Georgia Tech-Clemson game this year, as he slammed his hat to the bleachers and cried for a good five minutes.

He looked like his dog has just gotten hit by a car. I almost felt bad for him...NOT. These are the fans that invest all of their energy into their team, and when their team loses, they become the saddest people in America.

Did this guy not realize Clemson is always terrible? As a fan, you have to be able to take a very neutral approach...one that will keep you sane through a win or a loss.

Who lied to this guy and told him Clemson was going to the national championship this year? Whoever you are, you broke his little orange and purple heart! :(

These usually show up at high school football games, and are not only an annoyance but also an obstruction.

Young teen girls like to pretend they are actually super pumped for football games, so that they can paint their bellies and wear coordinated clothing.

Though asthetically pleasing, they are only doing this because they are vain and want to wear the least amount of clothes possible.

These types of fans also do this because their group coordination techniques make them feel socially secure.

Once they get to the game, they usually spend the entire time taking pictures of each other so they can have lots and lots of wonderful Facebook photos, and completely miss the fact the team is losing 24-7.

While everyone else is bummed and depressed, these women are still standing right in front of you jumping around and gossiping, with an occasional "Ooh My Gawd, We're Losing?! That's So Sad!!!" sprinkled in.

You can always find these gents in the Alumni section in any major college Stadium in the country.

Any statement they made always starts with "In my day," and they usually are wearing headphones so they can listen to their favorite broadcaster.

Examples are:

"Facemask! In my day we would get our eyes poked out and have to live with it!"

"They should move the goalposts back up to the goal line; If you run into it it's your own fault" (No, they shouldn't)

"It's just a broken wrist! Rub some dirt on it!

"Black jerseys?!?! An atrocity!"

They usually deck themselves out in their respective team's gear, including putting team logos on all of their golf equipment.

These types of fans are deviations of "The She Pack," however, they have evolved slightly to the point where they try to care.

Again, these are usually women, however they do not show up in large packs. They might even congregate with the guys, not for flirting, but for football insight.

However, they tend to be hopeless. These fans usually scream at the game the entire time, saying "Get him!" or "Sack the quarterback!" during run plays.

They usually justify their standing by resorting to saying things like, "Their quarterback has chicken legs" or "Their uniforms are uglier than ours," but really nothing can hide their ignorance.

These fans have potential, they are just a lot of work, and will usually come in the form of your girlfriend or wife, so beware where you take them on Saturdays.

This is the fan that shows up to every training camp practice, every preseason game, and every regular season game, completely decked out in his circa 1998 Falcons uniform and constantly yelling at his own players.

Yes, the man above is a prime example, and I have personally experienced his wrath. During the Falcons' Rome the Dome event this Fall, my friends and I sat a few rows behind this man, and watched as he tried to high five strangers as they walked by...and got denied.

I felt sympathy until he walked right in front of two gals while they were taking a picture so that he could yell to Harry Douglas his 2008 statistics.

These fans usually do not shut up, and think that the other 69,999 people in the stadium know them personally.

This guy showed up completely by himself, and in awkward situations pulled out his phone and started pointing TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STADIUM going "Hey man, where are you at! Over there?"

I'm positive if your friend was there, he would not have sat on the other side.

I credit my father with this one.

These are the fans who lay low for a decade, but when their team finally starts winning, they become trash-talkers extraordinaire.

As a Georgia fan, Tech fans have become prime examples. Their recent winning ways has sparked an entire army against Georgia, despite the fact Georgia fans still could really care less about Georgia Tech.

We have bigger fish to fry, like Florida, Tennessee, Auburn, and South Carolina to be exact, yet Tech fans are always stepping on the back of our shoes telling us "Your quarterback looks like a fetus" or "Your fans need to pick up their trash."

Yet Georgia fans could care less about what Georgia Tech does, as a matter of fact, before last year we had basically forgotten they existed.

These are the guys, who usually show up at high school games, who talk tons of smack and more concerned with fighting the opponents than paying attention to the game.

Their agenda on game day usually is as follows:

1) Pop collar, find sunglasses (it will be dark at kickoff), spike Gatorade
2) Scope out what ladies to fondle with
3) Make up excuses for why I'm not ACTUALLY PLAYING on the football team.
4) Tick off some opposing gents
5) Start a fight
6) Win a fight
7) Find out who won game, so more trash talking may ensue without making myself look like a complete moron
8) Disregard step 7, it takes too much brain function.

(btw that picture is not of me)

And for the finale, it is time to erase our bias insight and look in a mirror.

Let's face it! You cannot be a sports fan without annoying the heck out of someone else. '

You are always going to unintentionally drop falsehoods about your team's superiority, no matter who you are.

True fan neutrality is in fact a very contradicting statement. To take a completely neutral stance on sports fanhood is to take no stance at all.

I myself fit the category. I know a little too much about Georgia football, and the Atlanta Falcons.

As much as Tech fans say Georgia fans are trashy, mindless, rednecks (which we are not!), I have plenty of times called a Tech fan a nerd or made fun of Reggie Ball.

I even took notice to how ridiculously over excited Georgia fans were when the team wore black in 2007.

I got annoyed with how many times the tailgaters in New Orleans that year would not stop playing Crank Dat! (middle aged white men trying to crank dat, might I add).

I associate Florida with Jorts. I associate Auburn with their Eagle-Tiger identity crisis.

I hate them all, but yet again where would we be without are incredibly annoying rivals? Where would we be without those annoying packs of girls who willingly wear minimal amounts of clothing to games?

Where would we even be without the annoying Falcons fan? He has no friends. Should we stop insulting him and join him?

In conclusion, I hope you all enjoyed this list, but I am going on eBay to find myself an authentic Falcons uniform from 1998.

I've got business to do.