My brother was a strength coach at LSU in the late 2000s. He has a ring from 07. I went to many night games. There is a weight room in the north end of the LSU stadium with a secret access door to one of the tunnels that bypasses security. My brother would send us in through that door and we’d sit in the student section. Obviously, I was gracious enough not to wear orange, plus I have always had a strong self-preservation instinct.
One time they were playing Ole Miss in a very down year for Ole Miss. A bunch of equipment managers from Texas went to the game and found their way into the student section not far from me. Texas had a bye that weekend. These guys had bought LSU hats to show they were rooting for LSU, but they wore their school issued Texas jackets, as it was mid November and a little brisk at night.
These nutria-fucking mouth breathers turn their attention from the game, where their team was struggling with a bad Ole Miss squad, and begin to offer violence to these poor equipment managers, who are clearly rooting for LSU. I really thought an ass-beating was imminent. By the end of the game, I was rooting for Ole Miss, despite LSU being my brother’s employer. I won’t be going to a game there wearing burnt orange.