“You’re really going to make it difficult for me to run for office someday.” TSTC.

Stealing his t-shirts as collateral. TSM.

Taking off your letters mid-game so you can shamelessly yell obscenities at the referees. TSM.

Demanding your grandlittle call you “grandbitch.” TSM.

That “But really, though” moment after sharing a good laugh. TSM.

Rotating in shack shirts, because finals week makes you look too shambley to wear letters in public. TSM.

I like my men like I like my whiskey: strong, straight, and made in the South. TSM.