Tailgate Party Riddles for Fans on Game Day

I mark our spot with colors bold. Snap a pic before stories are told. What am I?

I’m the cooler packed with icy cheer. Crack me open for beverages near. What am I?

I’m the grillmaster’s timer when charcoal’s aglow. Flip the burgers when I say so. What am I?

I’m the playlist blasting victory beats. Queue me up while the rivalry heats. What am I?

I’m the lawn game with boards and bean. Sink me thrice to crown the queen. What am I?

I’m the face paint palette by the trunk. Swipe me on cheeks with team spirit funk. What am I?

I’m the folding chair with built-in pride. Collapse me quick when it’s time to ride. What am I?

I’m the schedule scribbled with kickoff times. Study my slots for chants and rhymes. What am I?

I’m the corral of screens for scores afar. Stream me live from any car. What am I?

I’m the traveling trophy between rival crews. Win me this week and share the news. What am I?

I’m the team mascot stopping by. Pose with me for selfies sky-high. What am I?

I’m the chant that echoes from row to row. Shout me loud so the players will know. What am I?

I’m the recycling bin for bottles and cans. Keep me close to satisfy the plans. What am I?

I’m the countdown clock in portable form. Set me to kickoff to weather the storm. What am I?

I’m the parting toast before gates swing wide. Raise your cups — it’s game time pride. What am I?