Yes, in just two weeks, the college football season kicks off with my beloved Dawgs getting their annual thrashing at the hands of the LSU Tigers. Growing up, I had no real qualm with the LSU types. Hell, several of my family members went there. One great uncle even played for them back when they still wore leather helmets. He had some really neat stories about the game from way back in the day. Then, right about the time I started college, my family moved to the coast, and I got my typical college student thankless summer job at a hotel in Biloxi. This one, to be exact (the part under the displaced barge)
.There, during the slow weekdays, our visitors were mostly tourist families from some exotic locale to the north or west passing through on their way to Florida, or the occasional bus full of elderly gamblers. But the weekends, we were packed full with cantankerous, drunk folk, primarily from points west. They were mainly either: total 'yats residing in Kenner or Marrero enjoying a weekend of nickel slots and free Crown and Coke, or full blown coonasses from Plaquemenes or Houma, enjoying their "two weeks off" portion of vacation. Both groups shared a love of hittin' 'da boats, enjoying 'da best seafood boo-fay, and harassing yours truly, the maintenance guy/pool boy. And all of them shared an undying love of the Louisiana State University. Never mind that the only college most of them had ever seen was the occasional course at Delgado or the semester at Nichols State, they were purple and gold to the core. The week that LSU was in the College World Series was especially fun (especially the guy with the ironic "Roll Tide" coozie: 'I look at my beer, think about the title game, take a drink...and laaaaaugh). And if they found out that yours truly attended Mississippi State? Then it was on Taunts, insults, the occasional thrown beer and threat of "beatin' 'yo worthless pool boy ass". Keep in mind, this was just before State's mysterious run at respectability in the late '90s. We sucked hind tit then (but not quite to the extent that we do now). It was at this point that I grew to despise LSU, and their Busch-swilling, bandwagon-jumping, "why dohn dey sell no likka' at 'da K&B heah" fans. Hey, that sort of crap builds character, I'm told. Anyways, the next two weeks I will examine the finer nuances of the fanbase, leading up to the inevitable skull-fucking that my alma mater will suffer on the 30th.
Exhibit one: skull tat guy. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Next week, we'll get into the gruesome numbers over the recent domination, and include some personal stories of personal degradation and humiliation that have occurred as a result. Pull up a seat, stock up on bourbon, and enjoy.
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