That was perhaps the single most embarassing and lowest point in my life as a Bulldog fan. It made "Hee-Haw" look like the g.d. Metropolitan Opera.
During halftime, while the band played and some yokel emceed, there were live racoons running around the field being chased up fake trees by bluetick hounds, barefoot dudes in straw hats and overalls rolled up chasing said hounds with shotguns. Oh, and there was a jug band playing on the 50 yard line. And perhaps the worst part was that we weren't playing a local team like SE Louisiana or Troy where the damage could be contained. Oh no, we were playing the University of Miami Hurricanes...