Being an LSU fan in Alabama

I have lived in Alabama for a few years now and it is close to unbearable. It's hard to explain but I am going to try. As a college student, I hated Alabama and Auburn equally, though if pressed I probably hated Auburn more. Such is no longer the case. Entitled, arrogant, ignorant, jaded, cocky, bragodocious, and more so than anything, downright irritating.

I work at a company in which my boss leads off every meeting with a lesson about Nick Saban. Makes me want to scream. I would rather him lead off a budget meeting with a lesson in fiscal spending from Barack Obama. A vein pops in my forehead and my blood simmers. Inside, a deep hatred grows.

And right now they are at their absolute worst. Seeing them walk around town and call in to radio shows and brag about their team does nothing but make me appreciate our LSU team and love what we've got. And what we've got is a chance - a chance to see their hopes and dreams come crashing down. We are the only team in the country that can say this and say it with conviction. Think about that.

This hatred runs deep. I want them to bleed. I want this to sting. And I want them to limp back to Tuscaloosa, to Birmingham, to Huntsville, Montgomery, Decatur, Gadsden and Cullman -- with their whole world gone away in the blink of an eye of the tiger.

I can't wait to be home in Tiger Stadium surrounded by friends again. I am going to yell my arse off, in support of our team, and in release of an anger and a hatred of that sense of entitlement, of Gumpdom, and of all things Alabama. And I'm not coming back without a victory.

Let's do this.