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Fellow Bulldogs, when did the hate began for you?
Posted on 11/23/17 at 1:05 am
Posted on 11/23/17 at 1:05 am
My moment came in one of the early 2000's egg bowls in Oxford. I took my brother, he was a high school senior. This was not my first egg bowl but it was Big Phil's first glance. We were surrounded by several Ol Miss friends along with just fella buddies from other schools.
It was raining, Eli was rolling and then I heard it...."PhUck Shtate" PhucK Shtake!" I ignored it for most of the first half.....but shortly after halftime, I guess as the heaven hill and mommas adderall kicked in....."Phuck SHTAKE"..... I turned around and politely asked the, boyfriend "what Jr college does she attend." She overheard my question and here she came.....................
My girlfriend, exwife now......bless it..........turned around to find a 69 pound, 8 toothed hick, essentially climbing over people..........as she is swinging her fist wildly, crowd surfing to get a piece of us. I jumped in between as she came sliding in face first..... she hit me about 5 times in the forehead, upon arrival. I wasn't too worried about her but her boyfriend began squirming toward me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew, that his next move, would be the wrong one.
Somewhere in the craziness, the shrewd toothless Bitch, got off a loogie. Im not sure how you spell it, but she hocked a 17ing loogie on the back of my brother brand new State hat, that I had purchased for him a couple days prior. Now I'm not a big guy, in fact, most have shite bigger..... but big Phil, unfortunatally for this fella................he a big ol boy. 6'2 270 then..............
I had just mixed a route44 sized charter and coke. I took one hand and put it around his blood red, whale emblem polo, snatched the collar as I crumpled his 17ing bow-tie and basically curled him into big Phil's awaiting arms. My brother tied this poor 17ing into a quick pretzel as I used my route44 cup as a goddamned accordion into his face. The bitch escaped under the wetness of fight........but that poor squirrel headed looking 17er from whatever delta academy town he came from.... sure learned the hard way that night.
We escaped the bleachers, somehow but I'll never forget the pure hate on my brothers face when that hooker spit on him. It boils my blood to this day.....even as I type. That was my last day in the grove. That will forever be my last day in the grove.
Big Phil ended up being a bulldog with his big bro and the rest is history............or is it present?
It was raining, Eli was rolling and then I heard it...."PhUck Shtate" PhucK Shtake!" I ignored it for most of the first half.....but shortly after halftime, I guess as the heaven hill and mommas adderall kicked in....."Phuck SHTAKE"..... I turned around and politely asked the, boyfriend "what Jr college does she attend." She overheard my question and here she came.....................
My girlfriend, exwife now......bless it..........turned around to find a 69 pound, 8 toothed hick, essentially climbing over people..........as she is swinging her fist wildly, crowd surfing to get a piece of us. I jumped in between as she came sliding in face first..... she hit me about 5 times in the forehead, upon arrival. I wasn't too worried about her but her boyfriend began squirming toward me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew, that his next move, would be the wrong one.
Somewhere in the craziness, the shrewd toothless Bitch, got off a loogie. Im not sure how you spell it, but she hocked a 17ing loogie on the back of my brother brand new State hat, that I had purchased for him a couple days prior. Now I'm not a big guy, in fact, most have shite bigger..... but big Phil, unfortunatally for this fella................he a big ol boy. 6'2 270 then..............
I had just mixed a route44 sized charter and coke. I took one hand and put it around his blood red, whale emblem polo, snatched the collar as I crumpled his 17ing bow-tie and basically curled him into big Phil's awaiting arms. My brother tied this poor 17ing into a quick pretzel as I used my route44 cup as a goddamned accordion into his face. The bitch escaped under the wetness of fight........but that poor squirrel headed looking 17er from whatever delta academy town he came from.... sure learned the hard way that night.
We escaped the bleachers, somehow but I'll never forget the pure hate on my brothers face when that hooker spit on him. It boils my blood to this day.....even as I type. That was my last day in the grove. That will forever be my last day in the grove.
Big Phil ended up being a bulldog with his big bro and the rest is history............or is it present?
This post was edited on 11/23/17 at 1:06 am
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Posted on 11/23/17 at 1:11 am to tOGLettuce
yeah......you..made...this..............up
Posted on 11/23/17 at 1:13 am to tOGLettuce
I would choose option c...move out of mississippi.
Posted on 11/23/17 at 1:14 am to SilverStallion
This post was edited on 11/23/17 at 1:29 am
Posted on 11/23/17 at 1:16 am to SilverStallion
You are chicken little. I wouldn't expect for you to believe such a "probable" situation. Simple times ahead for you, sir.
Posted on 11/23/17 at 1:42 am to ImayGoLesMiles
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I would choose option c...move out of mississipp
I always love Louisianians who do this. You've got some of the purest shitty places on earth like Bastrop, Tallulah, Hammond, Bogalusa, Monroe, Alexandria.... want me to go on? I've been all over Louisiana and seen some of the worse places on earth, and you wanna talk about Mississippi. Well excuse the fck out of me, I forgot Louisiana was paradise.
Posted on 11/23/17 at 1:53 am to tOGLettuce
So you got your arse kicked by a girl?
Posted on 11/23/17 at 2:09 am to BradPitt
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So you got your arse kicked by a girl?
Not my arse, so to say. But, I definitely acquired a mood ring scab. on my head after she nicked me with the costume jewelry. Those bleachers are full of simple minded, tooth threshing, brown nosing, elongated sack of pussy lipped wide-mouth....breathing up all the good bulldogs air...........assholes. Sleep well, dfricks. This may be the last night you find yourself a true fan.
I hope Mullen continues to impregnate yall's head. Ive heard he was a good lay...btw
Posted on 11/23/17 at 2:11 am to tOGLettuce
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."PhUck Shtate" PhucK Shtake!"
Wow, they pronounced 'frick' with a 'ph'? That takes years of diction and elocution lessons to pull off.
Posted on 11/23/17 at 2:13 am to tOGLettuce
Do you think if I call Stingray right now he could translate and explain this to me?
Posted on 11/23/17 at 5:50 am to tOGLettuce
My hate began in the fall of 1984. I was in a low grade at Jackson Academy, and the playground was gravel, if I recall correctly. Crazy kids, we were. I got into so many fights out there, I once even got my butt beat up by a girl that was two grades above me. I can't remember the reason. Another time, I dropped a metal pole on a whiny brat's dome over a fruit roll-up. The screaming scared the hell out of me, I thought I'd killed the poor kid. He lived, thankfully. I'm sure every x-ray that poor dude ever had afterward, showed a capillary fracture, or something.
These fights sometimes stemmed from rebs vs bulldogs disputes. The rebs owned us in the 80's, with Brewer.
Ole Miss society. A diffusion of oddments, as if they were reaching out in hope of being perceived as living order. Although, semitransparent, even if I tried to ignore it, I became sodden with it's atmosphere. I was like Roddy Piper in the movie "They Live", only I wasn't trying to beat people up in order for them to put on a pair of sunglasses. It was more like a see through dream. But you had to make it out to see it.
These fights sometimes stemmed from rebs vs bulldogs disputes. The rebs owned us in the 80's, with Brewer.
Ole Miss society. A diffusion of oddments, as if they were reaching out in hope of being perceived as living order. Although, semitransparent, even if I tried to ignore it, I became sodden with it's atmosphere. I was like Roddy Piper in the movie "They Live", only I wasn't trying to beat people up in order for them to put on a pair of sunglasses. It was more like a see through dream. But you had to make it out to see it.
Posted on 11/23/17 at 6:15 am to MullenBoys
Boy, don't be lumping Hammond in there with Bogalusa. I'll fight you IRL.
Posted on 11/23/17 at 6:29 am to tOGLettuce
My first egg bowl was 1983, the immaculate deflection. I was 9, and that was back in the good old days when students could get student guest tickets so I would often sit in the student section at the games. That was my first experience with ole miss fans outside of normal interaction on a daily basis, in other words when they come together and morph into full a-holes with their pack mentality.
I got to see them in all their glory, confederate flags waiving all over half of veteran's memorial stadium. The game was much different back then for any of you not old enough to experience the games in Jackson. Now that it's moved to campus, the visiting fan base is fairly pretty tame, but in those days it was 50/50 and everybody walked around with a chip on their shoulder. I remember an ole miss frat boy wandered through the state student section waiving his battle flag. He got a pass the first couple of times but eventually some State boy took exception and stepped out into the aisle, dotted his eye and took his flag, then proceeded to burn it with a cigarette lighter while he watched. Both went back to their seats and watched the rest of the game. No police intervention needed; times were different back then.
I got to see them in all their glory, confederate flags waiving all over half of veteran's memorial stadium. The game was much different back then for any of you not old enough to experience the games in Jackson. Now that it's moved to campus, the visiting fan base is fairly pretty tame, but in those days it was 50/50 and everybody walked around with a chip on their shoulder. I remember an ole miss frat boy wandered through the state student section waiving his battle flag. He got a pass the first couple of times but eventually some State boy took exception and stepped out into the aisle, dotted his eye and took his flag, then proceeded to burn it with a cigarette lighter while he watched. Both went back to their seats and watched the rest of the game. No police intervention needed; times were different back then.
Posted on 11/23/17 at 7:42 am to tOGLettuce
Awesome
Posted on 11/23/17 at 7:59 am to DingLeeBerry
Ah yes, the good ol' Jackson days. I saw many a brawl at those bad boys. Also, the last one I attended there, it was also the last Egg Bowl ever played there,a big fight broke out in the 2nd Quarter between the teams. Benches cleared on a punt return. I remember they had a giant overhead photo of it in the Clarion-Ledger the next day. Good times.
Posted on 11/23/17 at 8:44 am to tOGLettuce
You realize you can say frick on here and don't have to use the 17 thing right?
Posted on 11/23/17 at 8:49 am to msudawg1200
I fully expect Simmons to start a fight pregame with that chain
Posted on 11/23/17 at 8:50 am to tOGLettuce
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PhUck Shtate" PhucK Shtake!
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17ing loogie
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My brother tied this poor 17ing into a quick pretzel
Dear Lord what are you a fricking two year old? shite you can fricking cuss your arse off on this piece of shite board and not act like a retarded toddler....but that may be too hard for you!
Posted on 11/23/17 at 2:26 pm to ABearsFanNMS
It's not hard, unlike your mothers breast milk. Tell that tired bitch to get a boob job. My fricking jaw hurts from sucking.
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