It’s the anticipated day. The day of all days. The day that could potentially determine our fate. So … does he love us or love us not?

No, I’m not talking about Valentine’s Day.

I’m talking about Jadeveon Clowney’s birthday … and the day he picks the school he will grace with his talented presence. His official visits are passed and gone, and his decision is probably already made.

Don’t get me wrong — I do love the Super Bowl. But after stuffing my face and cheering for teams that I never care about (except when the Panthers went — ha!), it gets kind of old.

So unless Reggie Bush runs his beautiful body onto the field or Janet Jackson loses her top (both of which will not happen this year), then I’m not invested. And if you’re participating in Super Bowl activities that don’t include watching the game, then I assume you aren’t either.

So if you’re not a Packers, Steelers or Super Bowl fan in general, here are a few ways to pretend you watched (and enjoyed) the misery they call the biggest game of the year.

Kyle Parker hung his head in disappointment, Dabo almost left the field, and Tiger fans poured more and more mini bottles into their drinks in misery. That’s just the way we like it.

Remember the awkward middle-school-sport era when coaches would make you stop scoring if you were winning by too much? “It hurts the other team’s feelings.”

Let’s just say Spurrier is not one of those coaches. On Saturday the Gamecocks brutally stomped the Trojans into that pretty green field called Williams Brice. And they didn’t let up till the refs called game. Sorry we’re not sorry.

Not only have I always been proud to blazon COCKS on my chest, participate in the infinite banter of sexual innuendoes, phallic slurs and typical college humor, but I've also always been ecstatic simply to be a part of Gamecock Nation.

There was no yelling. No throwing of the visor. No cursing or angry looks. Spurrier just looked at his team with a smile that said “I knew it,” and looked away.

But we all knew it, right? We knew after beating the No. 1 ranked team in the nation we couldn’t keep it up. We knew a serious reality check was upon our cocky selves, but we didn’t know it would be so soon.

Our loss to Kentucky was a serious embarrassment. I mean, the game was literally in the bag from the time we saw it on our roster. Lattimore was prancing about, Garcia was lobbing throws as usual, and everyone else was stepping up to the plate as well. So why couldn’t we pull it off?

Some blame it on the coach, some on the players and some on that annoying Kentucky blue, but whatever it may be…it’s seriously pissing off some fans in Columbia today. And this is not a normal angry-because-we-lost-the-game kind of angry. This is like I-need-to-pick-a-new-team-to-cheer-for angry. But I’m saying; don’t give up so soon, Gamecock fans.

Sure, we have been dubbed the “Shamecocks” for our well known talent of seriously messing up some games, but this is just a minor bump in the road. And who really cares about this game, anyway? The rankings are so shaken up as it is.

The Gamecocks came in fresh off that high from last week and may have been a little overly-anxious to get the game over with so we could continue basking in that post game glory. Can we really blame them? I’m still proud to be a Gamecock, purely because we are the team that surprises. Think about it. No team can expect to beat us or expect to lose to us because you just never know. We could lose to every unranked team and still beat all of the top ten. Okay, maybe not…but you get the picture.

Sure all we had to do was kick a field goal (easy peezy) to tie the game up and go into overtime. But I guess somebody saw it as an opportunity to go out big and just chunk a pass to nobody in the end zone. That pass was a “sure to be a winner,” then quickly intercepted by Anthony Mosely. Really not cool. But, Kentucky did have some funny little happy dances that had us feeling kind of excited for the poor team. So congrats Kentucky, you just got lucky.

When you find yourself at Williams-Brice Stadium in a sea of fans that seemingly belong, don’t let yourself stick out in the crowd. Accomplishing this entails hating a rival team that you’d never heard of until logging on to Ticket Return. It entails pretending to know those annoying cheers that you ignored at First Night Carolina. You have to do these things because football in the South is a way of life — and even if it’s not your way of life, you should pretend. Even if you’re just bullshitting.