Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Corn Dogs... A Pictorial And Explanation











“LSU fans smell just like corn dogs.

Yes, it is often said, but so, so true.

LSU fans do smell like corn dogs.

I would never tell them that to their face though. This is something better said at internet distances. Even now, I am afraid.

I am afraid that they’ll know I said it. I’ll walk past an LSU fan someday, and he’ll see that look in my eye that gives it away. That look that says, “gee, what is that smell? Is it corn dogs?” The next thing you know, I’ll have flat tires on my car.
If you only learn one thing from me today, remember not to tell LSU fans how they smell - you know, like corn dogs.

LSU fans seem, somehow, sensitive to that whole corn dog issue.

I think this may be why a lot of fans get beaten up by LSU fans. If you attend a game in Baton Rouge, try to avoid telling them that they smell like corn dogs. Say something else instead. Like, “Wow, LSU sure does have a great team this year. This is going to be a great SEC game.”

It’s hard. I know. It’s like when you’re having sex and you try to think about baseball. That corn dog smell is just so overwhelming. It makes it hard for you to think about football or baseball or whatever else. Your brain wanders into corn dog topics like: “Gee, I wonder if I took a bite of your finger, if you would taste just like a corn dog?”; or “Is this a real person or is it a giant corn dog trying to make me think it is a real person?” or “What did that giant corn dog just say?” or “Excuse me, Mister, why is it that you smell just exactly like corn dogs smell?” or, of course, after a silencer: “Madam, did you just let the corn dogs out?”

Heck, after what I’ve heard about LSU fans, I think it may be better not to smell them at all. Okay, not all of them. Some of them are nice. Sure. Smell the nice ones. That’s okay.

You know what else is a bad thing to do? Holding your nose around them. They are real sensitive to that, too. Try holding your breath. But don’t be obvious about it. Somehow they know you’re trying not to breathe in the corn dog smell. And that offends them. They’ll likely punch you for that if they catch on to what you’re doing.

If you do breathe it in long enough, though, it’ll permeate your whole body, and then you’ll smell like a corn dog just like they do. But don’t say, “Dang, now I smell like a corn dog.” They take offense to that. And they will throw things. But not corn dogs. Hard stuff. Stuff that leaves bruises and makes you bleed. Then you may have to get stitches or something. Just don’t say it. If you do start smelling like a corn dog, just shut up about it. Okay?

I think kids are acutely aware of corn dog smells too. Counsel your kids on how to behave around LSU fans. If LSU fans are driving around town, do not let your kids stick their heads out of your car window and sniff the air. No. Keep your windows rolled up. An odd change in their expression - indicating they smell corn dogs - might get a wrench or pipe or some other object tossed at your windshield. So, that’s
dangerous. Let your kids stick their heads out of the car windows as you drive - on some other weekend

I know you are just as puzzled as I am about some of this corn dog stuff. What puzzles me most is that I’ve never actually seen any of these LSU fans with a corn dog in their hand. Okay, maybe there’s no mystery there - maybe they already ate the corn dogs. Who knows?

Maybe there’s a corn dog factory in Baton Rouge and they all work there. Maybe, there’s a corn dog lotion that they wear, or a French perfume. Maybe their city council puts corn dog juice in the water supply - kind of like fluoride. The politics there are probably weird. The big political issue during the city election is whether they should add more ketchup or more mustard to the water. Don’t comment on it though. It’s not politically correct over there. It’s like a malnutrition issue or something. It’s like the corn dogs are probably added to the water to prevent starvation or something.

I know when you go to Baton Rouge, you’re thinking: “Ahhhh. Here I am in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I’ll bet the people here smell just like boiled crawfish or shrimp etoufee’ or some fancy Cajun food.” But just stop thinking that. That’s just a myth. They smell just like corn dogs.

In fact, please listen to my advice. Leave them alone about the corn dog odor. And don’t try masking the odor with something stronger. They’ll curse at you. They’ll say something like: “WTF, how dare you smoke a cigar in my home,” or “WTF!! Are you too good for the smell of corn dogs?” and they’ll cuss out your kids too: “WTF!!! Little Mister fancy pants over here acts like he doesn’t want to smell like corn dogs.”

Cajuns are not like us. Don’t you see that, yet? They are really sensitive about being sniffed and about their corn dog aroma. They know they smell like corn dogs and it is no laughing matter to them at all. I know, I know. We sniff the bammers and the UGA dawgs and the Ole messes, and we keep a straight face with each of them, but don’t press your luck with the Cajun tiger fans. Don’t refer to Death Valley as corn dog valley either. I mean that’s just wrong. Even if you’ve been drinking, they’ll beat you up and curse out your kids.

Along these lines, be extra careful when you laugh in their direction - even if you’re laughing about something else. Like baseball or football, or sex or whatever. If you can’t control yourself and you must laugh though, do not snort. The snorting makes them think that you smell their corn dog body odor from a distance or that you’re choking on it or something. They’ll likely burn your van for that. We lost a campus building over just one snort.

So, just remember. You can love one another without sniffing each other. You can enjoy the clash of a couple of good football teams. You can enjoy the thrill of the rivalry. But after the game, please heed my words. Please just move along. No sniffing the opposing fans this Saturday. Okay? Get your corn dog jollies at home.

Enough with this corn dog talk. Let’s play ball…”

Monday, November 17, 2008

Saturdays In The Fall...A Pictorial


Before we launch into the annual wonderfulness that is LSU Hate Week,  I think there are few loose ends that need to wrapped up concerning our trip to Auburn last week for their football game with Georgia.  As stated in earlier posts, this was my first trip to the plains and now, in hindsight, I gotta say it was a pretty good time... not too painful.  Still doesn't come close to the game day experience at Ole Miss.  
The powers that be decided it would be best if this game was the "JP or Lincoln Financial or whatever they calling  it" game of the week, so that meant an early start from Atlanta to get there for the 11:30 kickoff.  In addition to the early kickoff, I learned that the friends we were going to meet for the pre-game festivities would be tailgating in a parking deck.  Needless to say, my expectations weren't too high.  We secured the tickets and then hunted around Auburn for a liquor store to replenish supplies... that drive was a little longer than anticipated.  What we found was perhaps the worst liquor store in all the land but were successful in stocking up on some of their top shelf vodka... Popov in a plastic bottle!  All this took more time than we figured so we just ended up eating lunch in our parking spot and heading for the stadium.  Here's the deal.  I thought the plains were supposed to flat.  Seems like we damn near scaled a mountain trying to get up to campus.  There were moments when I was looking for sherpa support and fixed ropes.  Got to our seats just in time to find out we missed the damn bird... the only thing I really wanted to see was that bird flying around the stadium... and we missed it.  Like I said, we had great seats and by great seats I mean seats on the 50.  Turns out my friend is the great grand daughter of some guy named Hare... as in Jordan Hare Stadium.   Which also means were sitting around a bunch of uptight alumni... who sat quietly most of the game.  The rest of the stadium, however, was pretty rowdy.  Its been a long time since I've been in a honest to God hostile environment.  The game turned out to be better than expected but I didn't care.  I was more concerned with updates of the absolute shellacking that was happening in Oxford.  In the end the dawgs won another game in the waning moments and I had the rare opportunity walk around with a little swagger knowing we had already beat the war eagle tigers just a couple of weeks earlier.


Game day festivities

Team is about to come out

A crappy season...but full stadium

Waving that flag

Sun finally came out





disgustingly small tron
Wingnut

Hug It Out

Damn... we were having a nice afternoon then she showed up

Friday, November 14, 2008


Tomorrow morning... very early in the morning... I'll be making my first trip down to the "loveliest village below the gnat line" for a tackle football game... or whatever Auburn claims to be playing these days. Anyway, I'm actually going to be cheering for Auburn (the precise reason I didn't want to go when they were playing Ole Miss is so I could throw my wife a bone and for once in my life cheer for her team). It should feel like an Ole Miss game of season's past... the wartigers staying close then miserably fading in the second half and snatching defeat from victory's grasp. At least I'll get to see old Wingnut again before he's given the gate next week after he's been mounted by Mount Cody.

He's coming for you Tommy!

Just wondering... do you think they will be papering Toomer's Corner?  Or should I leave my TP at the house?

Saturday, November 8, 2008

To The Victor Go The Spoils...mmmmwwwahahahaha!


This is a little late in getting posted but here are the results from the annual Tait Family "Don't You Dare Talk To Me... Cuz I sure Ain't Talkin' to you" week. For the next year or so, if you drive down Shore Dr. in Suwanee, GA., you will see this glorious site. If you drive down the street at a certain time each morning you will see this site plus my wife (an Aubarn grad) doing a solo Hotty Toddy and doing her Elvis impression as she sings Dixie.... what a glorious way to greet the day!