1/3 of the colonists did, 1/3 of the colonists did not, and 1/3 of the colonists were slaves who, frankly, didn't give a shit what the name of the white man was who was lording over them.
So there it started, Thomas Paine ordered cheap Chinese fireworks for the festivities but inadvertently started a huge war when the Brits mistook them for nuclear weapons. See, a much overlooked fact of history is that once the Declaration (#DecIndie was the tag for it on Twitter) was signed, the British were ready to give up power without a fight. The colonists had no taste for football and the British simply could not rule over such an uncivilized mass of farts who didn't see the merits of a game ending in a tie.
Frightened to the point of panty-sore, King Freddy Poonsauce amassed his great armies under the direction of General Cornholis. Huge battles began. First, the British won a battle and the Brits pretty much gave up and started stalling because 1-0 is unsurmountable. But the Americans, much more accustomed to Basketball, knew that 1-0 meant nothing. They fought back and they fought back hard. Soon it was tied at 1-1. The Brits gave up. That was good enough for them.
But the Americans... they had read the Overton Window and knew that victory did not stop at a tie. So they won the next battle.
The end.

