It's tailgating season, and with back to back home games with a 6 a.m. wake up call, who other than Amy Schumer can tell it best?

6:30 a.m.

You're feeling fresh and ready.

Excitement overpowers exhaustion, and you wakeup ready to take on the day. Somehow spiking your orange juice before brushing your teeth seems more appropriate.

7:00 a.m.

You start hyping up your roommates.

You're still in your pajamas, but you turn on the house speakers, do a little dance and get your roommates on the same level of excitement.

7:30 a.m.

It's time.

Your dressed in your favorite colors, maybe tattoo on your cheek and throwing back drinks because, really, who's stopping you?

8:30 a.m.

You become very fond of elevated surfaces.

After a 30 minute pre-game and 3 drinks later, you become a professional dancer, but only on things above ground level...you're feeling awesome and want everyone to know it.

9:30 a.m.

Your friends try to be friends.

But you disagree. Shots anyone?

10:30 a.m.

You can't be tamed.

You're becoming a bit reckless, and your friends try stepping in, but the party is still calling your name.

11:30 a.m.

Your friends were right...

You start wondering where you are and why everything is so aggressively spinning.

12:30 p.m.

But you don't want to believe it.

So naturally, you keep drinking.

1:30 p.m.

Nap time or game time?

It doesn't matter where you are: couch, lawn or kitchen table, it's time for a light slumber.

3:30 p.m.

You're back and ready for action.

A little confused, but you're awake and ready to prepare for the evening's festivities.

5:30 p.m.

Time for a light meal.

And by light meal I mean you consumed about 2,000 calories of grease and cheese.

8:30 p.m.

You fix yourself.

After the day's journey, you do some sprucing... and you really, really needed it

9:30 p.m.

You get to the pregame still a little tipsy from earlier.

You're on a mission, and though you know doing it all again is going to be bad news, you tell yourself you'll deal with the consequences tomorrow.

...

11:00 a.m.

You wake up with some (most likely more than some) regrets.

The nights a bit blurry, but all you know is you can't wait to do it all again next tailgate.