Our wacky tailgaters dress up like the King. Elvis > Goofy pimps.

Also, at Baton Rouge gamedays you get to see the joining of swamp trash fwith the Ed Hardy, gelled up hair douchebags blasting Lil Jon at full blast before 10 a.m.

I try to keep an open mind about things. During my first year at Ole Miss I heard about “how horrible LSU is”. I’d never heard this before and thought it was just another silly rivalry. But then gameday came. The grove was infested with horrible people in horrible purple and gold fur, shouting horrible things with horrible accents. Grown men were verbally assaulting freshmen girls – some even making sexual advances. The rumors were true.

I hate LSU more than I hate MS State.
I hate LSU more than I hate Memphis drivers.
I hate LSU more than I hate printers (anyone in IT will tell you printers are the handywork of Satan himself. I regularly fantasize about the baseball bat scene from Office Space.)
I hate LSU more than I hate “reality tv”.
I hate LSU more than I hate dancing kid (aka Mr. Sparkles / Leprechaun Pimp) appearing on the Powe-tron

Ed Orgeron doesn’t.

When those corndog sons of bitches lose, i’m thrilled. It can help console me if the Rebels have faltered. Sure, it’s nice when State loses, but they do it so often. It means something when the Tigers fall. Those bastards of the bayou have been giving too damn much, and seeing them suffer is priceless. And it’s only better when we hand them the loss. Some of my best Ole Miss memories revolve around us beating the mighty LSU. I wanna do this week. I wanna humiliate them. I wanna make Les Miles cry. I want him to fear Ole Miss. I want LSU to have to wade back to their trailers in total disappointment and despair. I wanna run up the score. I want Dex to get a taunting penalty as he strolls in for his 6th TD. I wanna show those motherfuckers what it really means to drink and have a good time. I wanna watch the Rebel fuck LSU so hard they won’t be able to sit for a week (and then I hope Arkansas beats them too). I want those corndog bitches out of my stadium by the end of the third quarter. I want the landsharks to go home well fed. I want Jevan to not throw an interception. I want Jefferson to be taken out of the game b/c he’s too scared to go back on the field. I want the Tiger D to be so disheartened that they sit indian style in the middle of field. I wanna see LSU go 8-4 two years in a row. I wanna see LSU become just another team—an “also in the West.” I want their God forsaken fanbase to cry itself to sleep every night thinking about what it was like when they were title contenders. I want them to spend 40 years wondering the wilderness of college football. I HATE LSU!!!!

My sister went to an LSU game in Death Valley back in 1986 or 87 and sat with the band. She and her friends got pelted with every kind of food, liquor, trash you could imagine. I’ve always said I want to go to a game in every SEC stadium…but LSU is the exception. I’d rather vacation in downtown Mogadishu than Baton Rouge.

Also, it’s so bad that a friend’s boyfriend, who is a STATE fan mind you, went there for one semester and couldn’t stand LSU people because they are so obnoxious. So another reason to hate LSU is because they made me agree with a STATE FAN.

Finally, years ago, around 1969-1970 or so, my parents (Ole Miss grads) were good friends and Sunday School classmates with another couple (LSU grads) while living in Arizona. They would “good-naturedly” razz each other about their respective schools. Until one day when they had them over at the house and the LSU couple saw their degrees on the wall. “the whole Ole Miss thing…we thought you were KIDDING. You really went there?” Yes those corn-dog-for-brains morons thought Mom and Dad were JOKING about going to Ole Miss. The LSU couple never called them again and even dropped out of the Sunday School class rather than associate with Ole Miss graduates. So FUCK them, they missed out on being friends with two wonderful people, my parents (who by the way now have better judgement and will NEVER be that close friends with LSU fans again). FUCK THOSE LSU FANS IN THE ASS WITH A CORN DOG.

Oh yeah, and my husband’s gumbo is waaaaaay better than any LSU fan’s gumbo so there pppbbbbttt

…maybe you can reprint that Local Voice story about when that guy (younger brother of a friend of mine) got in a car chase with that bunch of LSU fans and ran into the Oxford Police Department?

Integrate before all those other schools? I want to believe u so bad I would just like to know for sure ghost. And hopefully if so, my bulliedog friends won’t ever get another word in about racism in the SEC

Because I have family members in Baton Rouge that send me an LSU sweatshirt every year for Christmas… I’m not sure if they think it’s funny or what, but I fucking hate it. That shit gets taken to Goodwill immediately every year. I’m tempted to just wipe my ass with it, and send it back to them this Christmas.

Than last year’s beat down we put on LSU in Death Valley. My lil bro and I managed to procure two front row seats in front of the Ole Miss band. It was great watching Mike Wallace and the boys biatch make LSU in total domination.

We hit up New Orleans on Friday night ending up at the Goldmine and ending the evening at 6:30am at the Harrah’s casino all dressed in my awesome Ole Miss pullover getting cheers from Rebel fans and hatred from LSU losers every where we went, even while at the craps table at 6am.

We berated every single LSU person from the time we crossed the state line to the time we were back in Mississippi.

We even went as far as spraying LSU people with champagne after the game. I plan on repeating this awesomeness in the Grove after we put a whooping on these punks two years in a row.

Go and burn in Hell LSU……..

BIB (Bring it Biatches) we ready.

because I’m a self-respecting human being.

i’d check the freezer of the replay official before the game. just to be on the safe side.

because they ruined corndogs. As a child, the corndog was a (albeit unhealthy) staple of my diet. Anything is better when fried, right? So what could trump a fried hotdog, on a stick no less?

Like all good things, someone comes and ruins the fun. Now I feel like I need to wear a canvas trench coat and sunglasses just to buy corndogs. Fuck you LSU.

it’s long been noted that lsu’s prominence as an institution and football power can be traced back to louisiana governor huey p. long who poured state money into the institution during the 1930s. he poured $9 million into a sweeping expansion program and boosted the annual operating budget to $2.8 million. it grew from a nondescript regional school to the 11th largest state university in the nation.

long was also a tireless supporter of the football program, becoming “the state’s most prominent ‘Tiger fan’ – coaching plays, giving locker room pep talks and personally recruiting top talent for the team.” he even wrote several of the school’s fight songs which are still played at football games.

but even huey p. long knew better than to get an education at lsu. he earned his degree at tulane university in new orleans.

I was at a Sam’s Club in Tupelo, Mississippi, and the woman in line behind me had on LSU gear and was buying a huge box of frozen corn dogs. Swear on my granddaddy’s grave (should have taken a picture).

Because you’ll see a whole family decked out in LSU gear at the grocery store on like a random Tuesday in July or something like that… why is it that everyone is wearing LSU gear? Is that all they own?

And that’s What Really Grinds My Gears

Regarding the pimp attire, some of those people are not wearing costumes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bM4sEmaFLQ&feature=related
Physical.

worried about this game because it seems every time we need this game to be a win, it’s a close loss. Think 2003. Granted this year it’s not about a division championship but it is about a better bowl game than the Independence or Liberty. So this game means a lot to our team.

I hope our boys have their shit together and we knock off another top 10 team (yes, LSU is ranked #10 AP and Coaches, #8 BCS). They will be prepared for Dexter and are probably right this very minute dissecting the UT game film.

And PLEASE Coach Nutt, bench Sowell’s ass right now!

I hate LSU because they want our Magnolia, our Golden Magnolia. Fuck that. We’re the Magnolia State. We’re keeping it.

or really just see, the picture of that house right off the jackson st/rebel drive intersection when it had “GEAUX TO HELL LSU” in christmas lights on the roof….anyone have a picture of that?

OMG…forgive my childishness…I am a RCR Virgin for LSU Hate Week!

Because when I tried to show some hospitality to them – let them tailgate at my table in the Grove, stay at my place in Oxford, get them tickets for the game – they show up and talk shit the entire time. No “Gee, thanks for the tickets and food and free place to stay,” just the “Ole Piss” and “Snotty Potty” crap. When I finally got enough of it I was like, “Okay guys, hardy har har. I don’t talk trash to you so you should do the same in light of my very generous hospitality” and they tell me to go fuck myself and “If you don’t like it, you can leave.” Leave? It’s MY stadium and MY tailgate and MY house. Haul your asses back to Baton Rouge and while you’re at it, pay me for the food, tickets, and however much you would have had to pay if you’d been staying in a hotel for 3 nights instead of at my house. Assholes.

Say what you want about “you should have known…” but the truth of the matter is that my mom raised me to be a good host to people. You know, the great Mississippi way.

Never again though.

because aside from corndogs, they eat rats. They call ‘em “nutria” but it’s still a fucking rat.

Dexter McCluster decleater against LSU. And if you don’t remember the last one, here’s the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXTseYie6KI

LSU fans. Hope you all are bleeding when it’s over…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4Zvn3uiHXc

I’ve never directly experienced the apparent sophisticated restraint of the LSU fan. I look forward to having my LSU Hate Cherry popped this week.

…my deep dark dirty secret is that I’m an American Idol fan. And I just told two dear fellow David Cook fans AND a Season Eight finalist, who are all LSU fans, to Geaux to Hell!

I read this article every time before we play LSU. It just gets me fired up. The names and circumstances change, but it still gets the point across. Coming from Arkansas, I never understood why Ole Miss hated LSU…It took one basketball game my freshman year (the 2002 football game was in Red Stick) for me to get it. I permanently refer to them as Cajun-Coonass-Bastards now. If we play them in something, regardless of final score, they can’t just win/lose. They have to let everyone know about it. They just don’t know when to shut up. I’ve been to Tuscaloosa and Fayetteville and have never heard as much shit talkin’ as I do from EllEssYou fans.

Look for me Saturday. I’ll be educating the “slope-headed goobers” with the correct spelling of the word “Go”.

Hotty Toddy, and Go Rebels!!!

Among the numerous other reasons previously mentioned….those bastards slashed my uncle’s tires in the 80s just for having Mississippi plates. Classless trash.

because they waste all those vowels. Whats up with that? Go is spelled G O, not
G E A U X!

and make State fans feel inadequate.

They act as if they’ve been an SEC or even national title contendor for as long as football has been around. It’s as if they’ve completely forgotten the DiNardo or Hallman years. They’ll mock the Orgeron years as if they didn’t have a seven year bowl drought from 1988 to 1995. They’ll deride the Walk of Champions as if they claim more national titles than we do.

…I do have to make an exception to the LSU hate. The library there was very helpful in tracking down an old Reveille article in their archives. Even got a PDF to me same day. But that’s it…the rest can go to hell, but the library is okay (dammit).

I’ll bet if they had known I was an Ole Miss grad they wouldn’t have helped me.

to start a HATE WEEK: LSU PART DEAUX thread!

because of Mudbug00.

“Get off me Daddy, you’re crushin’ mah Marlboro Lights.”