Greatest Egg Bowl fan stories

[Maroonthirteen]

The one's that did not make the paper. Hopefully, statute of limitations have expired as well.

1997 post game, a camaro is driving on Barr with some dude holding a Rebel flag out the window. Probably 4x6. Some State fan jumps off the curb and grabs the flag. A tug-of-war ensues.....State fan runs off into the night with the flag.

2000 pre game, I am entering their stadium on the NE side. Some Reb is standing just inside the gate screaming "Check for cowbells!" everytime a State fan gets through the ticket gate without being strip searched. So, as I pass through the guy starts up. To which I retort, "This guy has a stick up his ***. No sticks in the stadium" He gets more pissed. Security steps in between us and suggest that we go to ours seats or be arrested.

 

[Coach34]

2007- the one Rebel Bear I hate the most...I mean I absolutely despise, John Fourcade, and I became Eskimo brothers thanks a certain blonde in the New Orleans DA's office...but this time- State scored first

 

[xxxWalkTheDawg]

1997 post game, a camaro is driving on Barr with some dude holding a Rebel flag out the window. Probably 4x6. Some State fan jumps off the curb and grabs the flag. A tug-of-war ensues.....State fan runs off into the night with the flag.

I saw that from a distance. That was awesome.

 

[Dash Riprock.sixpack]

My wife and another couple friend are leaving the game at Ole Miss about 10 years ago after a loss. We are dressed nicely as four former frat boys and sorority girls are want to do; as we are walking to our car this 50 something year old, fat, gray bearded guy with a white T shirt and blue jeans with rebel flag suspenders is standing on a street corner. As we toward him he screams. "GO HOME REDNECKS!." We all four stop, look at him, smile, shake and hang our heads and walk on to our cars. I retell this story ever egg bowl, and that, my friends, is why we hate those bastards with every ounce of our beings.

 

[DawgatAuburn]

Leaving the game in 1999, walking down the sidewalk in front of Garner in the direction of Suttle (RIP). Some dejected Rebs are about 20 feet ahead of us. A pickup (naturally) pulls up alongside them, and a deep redneck voice says to them (politely), " 'Scuse me! 'Scuuuse me!! {They look over}. Can y'all give me d'rections to Shreveport?" And with that, the only sound was dual exhaust accelerating off into the distance.

 

[00Dawg]

1999 - A number of UM students have managed to secure the seats just in front of the student section "L" fence. They are drinking. We're losing. They're taunting. Rednecks, cow college, all the traditional insults and a few choice particulars aimed at individuals who dare to yell back. The females are the most brazen. Then, like lightning, we're winning. They have sowed the wind, and the whirlwind arrives. There's nothing substantial physically thrown at them, but had they been sober, it would've been hard to avoid some permanent emotional damage.

Some of their group begin to trek up the steps. One of the more brazen UM women gets within arm's length of the fence. A State girl takes the opportunity to reach out and slap the taste out of her mouth. I mean the kind where the head snaps 90 degrees to the right and stays there. The males on both side immediately surround their charges, and the situation dissolves into a tussle. At this point we're beginning to jump the fence in preparation for storming the field. The remainder of their group assumes they're about to be overrun like Texans at the Alamo and gets defensive.

My 15-year-old brother is with me. As we jump the fence, he bumps one of the UM guys, who turns around and hits him with a grazing punch the jaw, busting his lip. We keep going and loot an endzone pylon and a yard marker. The UMites stumble drunkenly into the cold, dark night, with at least one of them bearing a hand print as a reminder of what acting like a douche in the middle of an opposing stadium can get you.

 

[randystewart]

To those who know me, I definitely give away my internet anonymity with this one but oh well....
Several years ago we went to Oxford, Parked on Old Taylor approaching the baseball stadium, and set up our tailgate right beside the car. Later in the day traffic there starts to move very slowly with people looking for parking spots and whatnot, so naturally our MSU tailgate got out fair share of Hotty Toddys from passing cars. All of a sudden we heard "Rednecks, go home you 17ing rednecks" coming from a beat-up Datsun truck with an Ole Miss flag and a confederate flag stamped "Aint Skeered" sticker across the back glass. It should be noted that there was not a single person in our group who was not wearing khakis and a couple of us even had on a sweater vest. One of the biggest "did that really just happen" moments of my life.