You have openly sobbed after a college football game. Like sad piccolo girl kinda crying.
You are far more genteel and refined than those backwoods hilljacks in 256, 334, and 251, mostly because you’re from Birmingham. Or, you know, like two counties away from Birmingham.
Baton Rouge, LA
You find bib overalls to be the most versatile clothing item on the planet; perfect for weddings, LSU football games, and chasing tornadoes.
You own something with “the Flag” on it. Possibly an entire wardrobe.
You either walk around with a sweater tied around your neck, or have made multiple appearances on The Maury Show.
You drink more PBR than a guy in skinny jeans on a fixed gear bike, on his way to band practice in the 'burg.
You smell like cow manure. Unless you’re Warren Buffet, because then everything you do smells like roses.