In the Pinkel era Mizzou had an annual game vs. Illinois in St. Louis until they cried uncle after losing a bunch. My favorite was the year Illinois was told they had to get rid of Chief Illiniwek - essentially a white kid from Chicago who put on native American clothing and danced around like an idiot. (In case you were wondering, there was no native American tribe called the Illini.) I was glad they got rid of the fool, but many/most Illini fans liked him to the point of even being a little mad about losing him.
That year we got some amusing taunts from some Illinois fans on the way into the game. My friend responded. "By the way, what did y'all do with your barefoot dancin' injun?" The mic drop had not yet been invented, but they were too stunned to respond. It was perfect.