S tier: the guy who’s been in the same lot spot since 2002, three grills going, feeds strangers, knows the security staff by name.
A tier: TV on a generator, actual chairs, someone brought a tent because August in Tampa is a war crime.
B tier: solid cooler game, store-bought subs, arrives 90 minutes early. Respectable. You’ll get invited back.
C tier: shows up at kickoff minus 20, parks a mile out, asks S-tier guy for “a quick plate.”
Know your tier. Climb responsibly.