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Most of the universities who have a Tiger as their mascot play Tiger Rag as their celebration song for touchdowns.

Princeton
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Missouri
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Auburn
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In a version that sounds suspiciously similar to The Golden Band's arrangment, Clemson
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And of course, the real Tigers
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Authorship of the song is murky, but there's no disputing it was born in New Orleans, or that it was copyrighted by the Original Dixieland Jass [sic] Band in August of 1917.

Tiger Rag in Wikipedia

The leader of that band, Nick LaRocca, always claimed the song as his own and even has the first two bars of the refrain set into the screen door of his old house, still seen to this day in the Irish Channel at 2216 Constance Street.


LaRocca's son, Jimmy, is alive and well--apparently ol' Nick was still impregnating women at a very ripe old age--is a trumpet player and friend, and--here's the really interesting part--assures me that ol' Nick was a fan of the Tigers of Louisiana State University.

So there you have it...Clemson, Auburn, Missouri, Princeton, and all of the rest of the faux tigers celebrate their touchdowns with a song composed, performed, and OWNED by an LSU Tiger.

Every game mentioned so far was intense, no doubt.

And I've seen all of them except for '71 Notre Dame and '97 Florida.

The one that stands out, though, is USC in 1979.

The student section didn't have tickets in those days, and so people just kept crowding in until everyone had to stand sideways like a bunch of sardines.

My ears were still ringing 48 hours later.

Don't forget there are consequences to the gay.

Freddy died from too much gay.

I'm sure, however, that some of you boys would look fabulous in that jacket.

When the band director and the grad students were sitting around a table filled with half-empty beer bottles and pizza boxes, it no doubt seemed like a "great idea" to incorporate a video of the “history” of Mike the Tiger into the performance. But this only shows the limitations of drunken music majors.

Two things stand out: First was the incomprehensibility of the video and the story it told. (What do dinosaurs have to do with the Hobbit or the racing scene from Grease?!?)

Second was the fact that—with the exception of those who had excused themselves to powder their noses or visit the Chute—all eyes in the stadium were glued to the Jumbotron. They saw the video, they understood the individual scenes, but could make neither heads nor tails of what they were seeing. What they were NOT doing was actually looking at the band.

If that was the band director’s intention, then only one thing remains to be said: Well done, Lad….well done.

Harry's Bar is where you want to go--bunch drunken Tiger fanatics in that place. (Saints too.)

Your point is well taken. After all, you can't argue with the success of this past season.

Besides which, when you're smart enough you don't need anyone's help finding the fifteen best players in the nation who are actually interested in your program.

No, about the last place you should look for advice is from fans who love the school and want it to do well.

I don't harass anyone. If you're too stupid to return a call concerning a recruit, then you're too stupid to win.

The kid in question was a sophomore two years ago. He is now enrolled in another university. He finished his senior year ranked 7th in Colorado, 538th nationally. His stats were as follows:

.447 Batting Avg
.481 On Base %
.737 Slugging %
.898 Fielding %
30 Runs
19 RBI

I have no way of knowing whether he would have made our team or not--but he was definitely interested in LSU and it wouldn't have hurt anything to have given him a look.

Unless, of course, you happen to be a baseball god. Baseball gods don't have to do anything except soak up their daily dose of fan worship.

I'm proud of the old gentleman for bringing levity to an otherwise dull-as-dishwater proceeding.

And...I have to question the masculinity of those who find themselves offended.

Are you boys absolutely POSITIVE that you're boys?

Really?

Well, you could have fooled me.

Gentlemen,

I'm a little miffed that I'm having to repeat this, but here goes.

Tiger Rag's composition is oftentimes credited to all six members of the Original Dixieland Jazz Band, who recorded the oldest known jazz record in 1917. (It was spelled "jass")

Usually, however, the song is credited to Nick LaRocca, who grew up on Magazine Street in New Orleans. His boyhood home still stands, down near the Camp St/Magazine St split, and you can find all the info you'd like right here.

The song was enormously popular and is the standard fight song for a number of Tiger-mascotted schools, including Clemson, Princeton and Missouri.

HOWEVER, I had the pleasure of meeting Nick LaRocca's son prior to the 2003 national championship game, and Jimmy LaRocca told me "My dad was ALWAYS an LSU fan."

Who came first? Well who gives a damn! The composer liked the only Tigers that really matter, and it ain't those simpering suckups from South Carolina.

Now, commit all this to memory, because I'm getting a bit peeved at having to repeat myself.