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You might be a tater if....

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you stole your mascot from Auburn, took your fight song from LSU, plagiarized Cornell's Alma Mater, lifted the tiger paw from Esso and worship a rock that Howard threw in the trash.
 
You might be a Tater if ....

.... your school is known for producing engineers, yet in the many decades that have passed since your football stadium was built, not a single one realized that if you put your locker rooms on the other side of the stadium, you wouldn't have to catch a bus to the other end of it to run down that hill.
 
If you are leaps and bounds ahead of your rival in talent and recruiting and you are looking forward to joining the elite while simultaneously laughing at your rivals who will never amount to much...Ever.
 
Your team's entrance involves blaring a recording of some redneck using butchered grammar to scream "...keep your filthy hands off my rock..." followed by a canned tiger roar that sounds more like a toilet flushing, followed by a cornball in orange overalls pushing a mini cannon bungeed onto an appliance dolly (literally) down a dirt mound while a crowd of 67,000 (announced as 82,000) cheers wildly in anticipation of a game with yet another unranked nobody from the lowest rated power 5 conference that no one else is watching or cares about.

Lame-o.
 
Your coach doesn't have to brag about being as physically and mentally fit as a fifty-five year old.
 
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