I was in section 47 row 76 and there was some backwoods gator fan in front of me (keep in mind this section as pretty much all Vol) that kept showing his trashy Gator tattoo and started doing some demonic chant when we scored. He did his little chomp every time the Gators touched the ball. He was absurd, but we all got a good laugh. The lady next to me said to me that she though all the rednecks were around our way, but that guy proved her wrong.
On another note, I came with a friend, but he sat in my mustard covered hot dog during the first quarter and left the game to go change, so the kid did make it a little more entertaining.