This ONE WORD sums up my feelings about lsu. My hatred for them has grown exponentially throughout the years. Dating back to the early to mid 80's when my father took me, my brother and our mother to Baton Rouge for a game. It was a great Gator victory... the QB threw the ball out of bounds to stop the clock... of course the clock operator let the clock run out.. the officials made them put 1 second back on the clock. We kicked a 40+ yard field goal to break the tie and win 16-13.
After the game their fans were screaming at us, throwing things at us... I remember my dad huddling us all together, as close as we could get, and put his arms around us, to protect us from those crazy, lunatic bastards. We went straight to the camper and locked the door! Dad always kept a gun, which my brother and I never ever even laid eyes on... but even he was so frazzled, he half expected some crazed fans to come and kick our door in or turn the camper over. Dad was locked and loaded that night and ready to protect the family. Let me say, he took us to just about EVERY SEC venue "and" the erector set in Tally for multiple occasions throughout my childhood...and we had NEVER had an experience like that... and never have again! Of course, we never went back to Baton Rouge either!
After the game we were listening to the radio and I remember one of their fans calling in and saying the lsu coach should be castrated for going for the tie at the end of the 4th quarter instead of the win..."Castrated"! I remember my brother (who was maybe 14) saying these azzholes are crazy!!! One of the only times my dad ever let either one is get away with cursing... he just replied, yup...and kept listening to the radio.
I hate that we had an incompetent Mac and Nuss offense that lost to those bastards on homecoming. I absolutely despise them.