Chances of an LSUChicageaux "The Trough" for this game?

He posted a couple weeks ago and I asked.

His response was:

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It's so crazy it just might work. No promises, but I like the low expectations.

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He's even funnier IRL...

I miss eating from the Trough...it was one of the great things about this board

I bet 80% of the posters here now have no idea what "The Trough" is


Man I miss those reads.....

Dude is crazy busy IRL but the one he did prior to TGOTC in 2011 was epic.

I was just thinking about "the trough" the other day.

My favorite by far was the poem to AU about LSU embracing the corndog. Classic!!!

I am an LSU fan. When people walk by me, they say, "Damn, that guy smells AWESOME." That is because I smell like nature's most perfect food - a corn dog. My meaty flavorful center is guarded by a smooth dense crust, like a golden brown sheath of battle. I am constantly surrounded by a hug of savory cornmeal, and I stand ready - stick in rear - to throw your mouth a flavor party.

Smelling like a corn dog means never having to rely on Charmin to celebrate a victory, in the way only high schoolers can.

Smelling like a corn dog means never having to shake a pom-pom.

Smelling like a corn dog means never having to face the ignominy of fielding a special teams player who can only get fired up fighting the band.

Smelling like a corn dog means I can inhale the sweet smell of corn dogs instead of having to smell the bull dung emanating from the field when a "can't boost off a player on the PAT" penalty is thrown, or a magical pass interference penalty VANISHES...POOF!.

Smelling like a corn dog means I get to see touchdowns instead of field goals, so many so that even the field goal kicker is allowed to get some, too.

Smelling like a corn dog means feeling the earth shake.

Smelling like a corn dog means not losing to Mississippi State.

Smelling like a corn dog means celebrating a parade of colorful characters from Elvis to Superman to pimps, and it means never having to wear orange pants and ties, looking like a foot soldier in a jackass army.

Smelling like a corn dog means seeing an actual BCS championship trophy on campus.


In seasons and in days of light and dark, may the corn dog oil never a spark.

To towering trees that scrape horizon's line, may you fall with fury to be carved in time,
Into a stick, a pillar, a miniature log; a shape becomes a cog in the center of the dog.
Oh corn, you corn, growing high to noble story, may the rippling wind be a harbinger of much greater glory.

And to barnyard beasts who form a most columnar meat, may they prance with delight at such a remarkable feat.

For to forever power smell and flavor, it must be an honor to truly savor.
Golden brown and delicious, this much becomes clear: if you smell a corn dog, an LSU Tiger is near.

LSUChicageaux

The Trough was a game week staple. Miss it.