TIME introduced its inaugural Final Four drinking game last year, and our second installment is back by popular demand—just in time for Saturday's match-ups from Indianapolis. Duke plays Michigan State at 6:09 p.m. E.T., while Wisconsin and Kentucky tip off at 8:49 p.m. TBS will broadcast both games.
As always, please play responsibly. Follow local laws, don’t overindulge and please take a cab home if need be.
With that, here are this year's rules:
Drink When Raf Calls "Man-to-Man"
Announcer Bill Raftery, the avuncular, white-haired former coach who has popularized phrases like "with a kiss" for a player who makes a bank shot, will finally call a Final Four on television. This honor is long overdue, and the arrest of former top analyst Greg Anthony in January for allegedly soliciting a prostitute created a spot for Raftery. Listen for the sweetest sound in March: at the beginning of each game, soon after the tip, Raftery will chirp that the defense is in “man-to-man!” He's pumped, so you're pumped. Who wouldn't drink to that?
Raise Your Glass When TBS Airs Gordon Hayward's Missed Half Court Shot
This is the first Final Four in Indianapolis since 2010, when the Blue Devils cut down the nets at Lucas Oil Stadium after defeating Butler in the championship game, 61-59. Butler's Gordon Hayward, who now plays for the Utah Jazz, barely missed a half-court shot at the buzzer that would have given the hometown Bulldogs the win. TBS producers surely have that clip cued up for Saturday.
When You See a Slap, Hit the Tap
Take a Sip When Announcers Play Up Michigan State's Hometown Friends
Michigan State players Denzel Valentine and Bryn Forbes grew up together in Lansing, Michigan, a jump shot away from Michigan State's campus in East Lansing. They'd down Capri Suns from Valentine's fridge and were high school teammates. The announcers will start yapping about the Lansing connection, and you'll know what to do.
Drink When Frank the Tank Makes an Improbable Shot
Wisconsin's Frank "the Tank" Kaminsky, arguably the country's best college player, is effective because he can score in all sorts of different ways. Drink up every time Tank makes a goofy, off-balance shot that has no business going in.
Finish Your Beer When Dekker Hits a Three
Sharpshooter Sam Dekker torched Arizona in the West region final, scoring 27 points in Wisconsin's 85-78 win. In the second half, Dekker didn't miss a shot, going 6-6 from the field and 3-3 from the foul line. His three off the dribble in the waning seconds sealed the win, and made Aaron Rodgers real happy. "Sam Dekker pretty much crushed our dreams," Arizona's T.J. McConnell said after the game. But he may even liven up your party, if you sip when Dekker hits a three.
Down a Drink When the Announcers Name Drop the Harrison Twins
In last year's Kentucky-Wisconsin national semifinal, Kentucky guard Aaron Harrison hit the game-winning three pointer with less than 6 seconds left. He hit another big one down the stretch in Kentucky's thrilling 68-66 victory over Notre Dame in the regional last Saturday, and in that game, his twin brother Andrew made the deciding free throws. In last year's title game, however, UConn's guards outplayed Kentucky's brotherly backcourt, a key factor in UConn's win.
Toast to Ashley Judd Hitting the Jumbotron
Bottoms Up When Announcers Predict First-Draft Picks
If you prefer pro hoops to the college version, you should still tune into this year's Final Four, for no other reason than you'll see plenty of future NBA talent. One writer predicts that as many as eight top prospects may be selected by NBA teams that participate in the annual draft lottery, where the luck of the ping-pong ball determines a bad team's draft position.
Cheers to a Potentially Perfect Season
The biggest storyline going into this year's Final Four: Kentucky's quest for perfection. The Wildcats are 38-0, and two more wins would give them the first perfect season in major men's college basketball since 1975-1976, when the Indiana Hoosiers of Kent Benson, Quinn Buckner and Scott May ran the table. So raise a glass every time you hear "1976 Indiana Hoosiers." We'll drink to history.