Rammer Jammer, WTF Alabammer?

Down here in the South, we love us some college football.  More specifically SEC college football.  Most specifically, Alabama Crimson Tide football...in this house at least.

A little background:  yes, I am a tried and true Southern girl, born and bred in the South.  However, up until the point that the Rottenator entered my life, I had never experienced the true obsession passion and undying love that Southerners have for this particular sport.  Football was never a priority in my house growing up.  Yes, I come from a family of college going individuals.  My father and maternal grandfather went to Clemson, my aunt worked for Vince Dooley when he was the athletic director at UGA, I myself attended that fine university, and my sister is a graduate of South Carolina.  So I am familiar with the concept of college football fans.

Yet I always managed to avoid it and them.  In fact, during my tenure at UGA, I actively disdained the sport.  I was what one might define as a goth chick for lack of a better word.  I was into the wearing of the all black, the listening to the britpop and the Smiths and the Cure; the Siouxie and the Banshees and whatnot.  I was alternative and cool.  I was from the original generation of over privileged, pampered, STFU we-know-a-pain-like-you-will-never-understand self righteous generation that did it first and did it better so take that, EMO kids. 

As I was saying, football was not a priority.  I refused to participate in the "Gooooo DAWGS! Sic 'em, WOOF WOOF WOOF!" chant at my orientation.  For those of you not familiar with this particular ritual, here is an example:

OMG, how my heart bled for those sycophantic uneducated sheep.  That was then, 20 years ago.

Now, I get honest to God shivers down my spine at the mere thought of either one of these two sounds:

(Sidebar: my sister feels much the same way at this point of a USC game when this is played; I have to admit, this is a pretty cool intro, too.  I'm actually looking forward to attending my first Carolina game this year):

So, what this boils down to is that yes, thanks to the Rottenator, I am a convert, and I "get it" when it comes to passion and excitement for this all consuming lifestyle hobby.

What I do not get so much is the fans.  The out of control, fucking crazy ass fans.  And every team has them, but I have to say, as much as it may anger the Rottenator, the Alabama fans are extreme.  Now, he will stick up for them, and to his point, there are the crazies here and there, but to my knowledge, none of them have actually gone to the extreme of poisoning the trees  or tea-bagging their rivals.

Now, in defense, everyone hates LSU.  I mean, EVERY fan of EVERY team in the SEC fucking hates the crazy Cajuns.  But still...this crosses the line.

However, now it's debate time.  Because the victim in this video has decided that the humiliation he endured was too much to bear and is suing the tea-bagger for sexual battery, and is seeking damages for pain and suffering and lost tuition because he had to drop out of school from damage to reputation, embarrassment, blah blah blah. Now, don't get me wrong: I am not downplaying the incident, and I do think it was completely out of order and out of line.  BUT I do have some points to make regarding the issue.

1. You, sir, are a dumbass, for passing out drunk in a Krystal's full of Alabama fans on Bourbon St. after they kicked your ass in the BCS championship game, where emotions were already running high because that game was payback time for a loss earlier in the season.
2. LSU fan, where are your friends who left you drunk, passed out, alone, and vulnerable?
3. Why are you suing Krystal? Last time I checked, their only crime was to serve delicious addicting chili cheese pups and fries.
4. Why aren't you suing the chicks who had their tits all over you?

Bottom line: Football fans are fucking nuts.  Roll Tide.  And screw you LSU.