Wanna shit up a JAGS fan real quick. Mention 1999 and 3 times in one season. They clam up so quickly it’s funny to watch.
I memba
In before claims of stolen playbooks and ‘one yard short’ comebacks
I was at the 1999 AFC Championship game in Jacksonville. Carried with me a poster sign that said “15 and who?”
As a 28 year old Tits fan.. I once infiltrated the enemy lines of the biggest Jags tailgate and caused an amazing scene.
Rolled up to THE Jags tailgate; Circa 2017? –
-My homeboy that got us tickets was the house DJ for TIAA Bank Field-
We first rolled up to the most prestigious Jaguar tailgate in all of Duvall. It was me, my big brother, and two of my glorious homies (not including our jaguar ambassador). We’re the only tits fans in a 15 mile vicinity, if I had to guess.
I lead our small crew into the mass of Jag fans, humbly rocking my cutoff tits shirt and a sick titans flag that I’m sporting as a cape.
We let our homie (jags house DJ) roll up first to establish a sense of belonging, and then I took my moment and lead Tennessee boys into a rowdy chant as we stomped up in perfect rhythm.
*everywhere we go*
“””””
“People wannna know”
Etc. etc.
Went hard as Fuck. It was awesome. They hated us I think exactly as much as they loved us.
The rest of the story ends in my brother and myself getting pretty drunk and squabbling a hair, but no arrests were made, tits won, and our drunk ass college kid selves had the time of our lives.
Jags eventually rehired DJ Billster back after banning us from the stadium.
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Wanna shit up a JAGS fan real quick. Mention 1999 and 3 times in one season. They clam up so quickly it’s funny to watch.
I memba
In before claims of stolen playbooks and ‘one yard short’ comebacks
I was at the 1999 AFC Championship game in Jacksonville. Carried with me a poster sign that said “15 and who?”
As a 28 year old Tits fan.. I once infiltrated the enemy lines of the biggest Jags tailgate and caused an amazing scene.
Rolled up to THE Jags tailgate; Circa 2017? –
-My homeboy that got us tickets was the house DJ for TIAA Bank Field-
We first rolled up to the most prestigious Jaguar tailgate in all of Duvall. It was me, my big brother, and two of my glorious homies (not including our jaguar ambassador). We’re the only tits fans in a 15 mile vicinity, if I had to guess.
I lead our small crew into the mass of Jag fans, humbly rocking my cutoff tits shirt and a sick titans flag that I’m sporting as a cape.
We let our homie (jags house DJ) roll up first to establish a sense of belonging, and then I took my moment and lead Tennessee boys into a rowdy chant as we stomped up in perfect rhythm.
*everywhere we go*
“””””
“People wannna know”
Etc. etc.
Went hard as Fuck. It was awesome. They hated us I think exactly as much as they loved us.
The rest of the story ends in my brother and myself getting pretty drunk and squabbling a hair, but no arrests were made, tits won, and our drunk ass college kid selves had the time of our lives.
Jags eventually rehired DJ Billster back after banning us from the stadium.
It was amazing. Fuck the jags.