Chuckwagon fans show up, suit up come H E double hockey sticks or high water. They establish traditions such as tailgating at Tilman, Cemetery Hill or PBX. Those spreads are always heavy and we are prone to bust out in a C L E M S O N T I G E R S in random airports.
Bandwagon fans want to know what's for dinner, will criticize the taste and never, ever do any cooking, much less help cleanup. They may even spell T I G E R S on occasion and give the proverbial WOO-HOO.
Chuckwagon fans enjoy the bandwagoners because they provide opportunities to share days-gone-by. "Remember when...I was on the Hill when Pell...and Danny, and during the Hatfield, West and Tommy days..." and etc.
Bandwagon fans are how programs and teams stay relevant because some actually start cooking when they mature. Sure, us Tiger fans home grow our own; for instance, filling baby bottles full of Orange Juice instead of milk, etc. But, lots of kids nowadays like to buck the family system and pull for another school just to spite the parents. That's actually nothing new.
Chuckwagon fans can handle just about anything, including the Coot fans we go to church with chirping every few years with their chest stuck out like a Banty rooster.
But, even us Chuckwagoners have our limits and I for never want to hear our leader talk about losing games to lighten the wagons. Somethings are left better unsaid. We will show up whether we are 4 and 3 or 7 and 0, but for the love of all that's orange, don't say "And honestly, maybe we need to lose a few games and lighten up the bandwagon."