In what has become an Auburn tradition, it's time to tell the story of how LSU fans became corn dogs. For years, fans around the SEC have commented on the aroma of our friends in Bayou country. They smell different from any other school in the conference. It's a unique stench that well, can only be described as the smell of a corn dog.
Be careful when broaching the subject with LSU people. They are very conscious of their smell and become easily offended at the mention of it. A few years ago during Tiger Walk, Auburn fans broke out into a chant of Corn Dogs! Corn Dogs! Corn Dogs! as some LSU fans walked by. Needless to say the Cajuns became angry and wanted to fight. But the Auburn people just laughed, knowing that the LSU faithful couldn't help it.
But now many of them accept it and even refer to themselves as corn dogs. Click on the link to see.
A few years ago, an unknown Auburn person penned the very essence of the LSU Corn Dog. It was posted by a fan that goes by DeepBlue and appeared on the Autigers.com web site. No one knows his true identity. But he is a modern day Hemingway. Like the annual telling of The Night Before Christmas, I give to you, The Making of the LSU Corn Dog. Enjoy...
LSU fans smell just like corn dogs.
Yes, it is often said, but so, so true.
LSU fans do smell like corn dogs.
I would never tell them that to their face though. This is something
better said at internet distances. Even now, I am afraid.
I am afraid that they'll know I said it. I'll walk past an LSU fan
someday, and he'll see that look in my eye that gives it away.
That look that says, "gee, what is that smell? Is it corn dogs?"
The next thing you know, I'll have flat tires on my car.
If you only learn one thing from me today, remember not to tell LSU
fans how they smell - you know, like corn dogs.
LSU fans seem, somehow, sensitive to that whole corn dog issue.
I think this may be why a lot of fans get beaten up by LSU fans. If you
attend a game in Baton Rouge, try to avoid telling them that they smell
like corn dogs. Say something else instead. Like, "Wow, LSU sure does
have a great team this year. This is going to be a great SEC game."
It's hard. I know. It's like when you're having sex and you try to
think about baseball. That corn dog smell is just so overwhelming.
It makes it hard for you to think about football or baseball or
whatever else. Your brain wanders into corn dog topics like: "Gee, I
wonder if I took a bite of your finger, if you would taste just like
a corn dog?"; or "Is this a real person or is it a giant corn dog trying
to make me think it is a real person?" or "What did that giant corn dog
just say?" or "Excuse me, Mister, why is it that you smell just exactly
like corn dogs smell?" or, of course, after a silencer:
"Madam, did you just let the corn dogs out?"
Heck, after what I've heard about LSU fans, I think it may be better
not to smell them at all. Okay, not all of them. Some of them are
nice. Sure. Smell the nice ones. That's okay.
You know what else is a bad thing to do? Holding your nose around them.
They are real sensitive to that, too. Try holding your breath. But
don't be obvious about it. Somehow they know you're trying not to
breathe in the corn dog smell. And that offends them. They'll likely
punch you for that if they catch on to what you're doing.
If you do breathe it in long enough, though, it'll permeate your whole
body, and then you'll smell like a corn dog just like they do. But
don't say, "Dang, now I smell like a corn dog." They take offense to
that. And they will throw things. But not corn dogs. Hard stuff.
Stuff that leaves bruises and makes you bleed. Then you may have to get
stitches or something. Just don't say it. If you do start smelling like
a corn dog, just shut up about it. Okay?
I think kids are acutely aware of corn dog smells too. Counsel your
kids on how to behave around LSU fans. If LSU fans are driving around
town, do not let your kids stick their heads out of your car window and
sniff the air. No. Keep your windows rolled up. An odd change in
their expression - indicating they smell corn dogs - might get a wrench
or pipe or some other object tossed at your windshield. So, that's
dangerous. Let your kids stick their heads out of the car windows as
you drive - on some other weekend
I know you are just as puzzled as I am about some of this corn dog
stuff. What puzzles me most is that I've never actually seen any of
these LSU fans with a corn dog in their hand. Okay, maybe there's no
mystery there - maybe they already ate the corn dogs. Who knows?
Maybe there's a corn dog factory in Baton Rouge and they all work there.
Maybe, there's a corn dog lotion that they wear, or a French perfume.
Maybe their city council puts corn dog juice in the water supply -
kind of like fluoride. The politics there are probably weird.
The big political issue during the city election is whether they should
add more ketchup or more mustard to the water. Don't comment on it
though. It's not politically correct over there. It's like a
malnutrition issue or something. It's like the corn dogs are probably
added to the water to prevent starvation or something.
I know when you go to Baton Rouge, you're thinking: "Ahhhh. Here I am
in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I'll bet the people here smell just like
boiled crawfish or shrimp etoufe' or some fancy Cajun food." But just
stop thinking that. That's just a myth. They smell just like corn dogs.
In fact, please listen to my advice. Leave them alone about the corn
dog odor. And don't try masking the odor with something stronger.
They'll curse at you. They'll say something like: "WTF, how dare you
smoke a cigar in my home," or "WTF!! Are you too good for the smell of
corn dogs?" and they'll cuss out your kids too: "WTF!!! Little Mister
fancy pants over here acts like he doesn't want to smell like corn dogs."
Cajuns are not like us. Don't you see that, yet? They are really
sensitive about being sniffed and about their corn dog aroma. They know
they smell like corn dogs and it is no laughing matter to them at all.
I know, I know. We sniff the bammers and the UGA dawgs and the Ole
messes, and we keep a straight face with each of them, but don't press
your luck with the Cajun tiger fans. Don't refer to Death Valley as corn
dog valley either. I mean that's just wrong. Even if you've been
drinking, they'll beat you up and curse out your kids.
Along these lines, be extra careful when you laugh in their direction -
even if you're laughing about something else. Like baseball or football,
or sex or whatever. If you can't control yourself and you must laugh
though, do not snort. The snorting makes them think that you smell their
corn dog body odor from a distance or that you're choking on it or
something. They'll likely burn your van for that. We lost a campus
building over just one snort.
So, just remember. You can love one another without sniffing each
other. You can enjoy the clash of a couple of good football teams.
You can enjoy the thrill of the rivalry. But after the game, please heed
my words. Please just move along. No sniffing the opposing fans this
Saturday. Okay? Get your corn dog jollies at home.
Enough with this corn dog talk. Let's play ball...
Link: Football Saturday In The South

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9-12-2006 @ 9:41PM
John Cocktoasten said...
Auburn fans smell just like mildewed trailers.
It baffled LSU fans for generations, but after finally making a trip to attend an LSU/Auburn match up I was able to pinpoint the musty, foul odor.
Yes, Auburn fans smell like mildewed trailers.
It shouldn’t have been that hard to decipher due to the fact that Auburn, AL is more well known as the trailer capitol of the world instead of the City where Auburn University resides, but the odor has eluded LSU fans for many years.
On our trip, we didn’t feel the need to mention it all, since they were more than happy to invite us to their tailgate and into their fine RVs while reveling in the unnatural smell. Actually, RV is an extreme stretch of a word choice, but we decided to let it slide.
You see, an RV to us normal folk is the same as an Auburn fan taking his 1978 Chevrolet Sierra, hooking it up to his mobile home, and dragging it to campus for 7 home games every fall.
Of course, we would never correct their usage of their trailers as recreational vehicles because we didn’t want to offend our tailgate hosts. (And face the wrath of the three-toothed Bubba’s, which seemed to come as a standard option.)
We stepped up the 3 feet into the trailer onto worn milk crates, which had seen better days, and the inside was almost indescribable. Worn yellow linoleum, and green shag carpet was intermixed throughout the entire trailer. Stained couches and a lazyboy adorned the room along with green-black (originally white in color) curtains, which hung across the windows. And the smell, the smell that had escaped my grasp for the previous 15 years, hit my nostrils with the full force of a sulphur mine, a sewage plant and a landfill all at once.
Initially, I was dazed and my eyes rolled back in my head for a second, but I quickly switched to mouth breathing as a means of survival. Taking quick breaths and holding for periods, which would make David Blaine awestruck, was the only way to stay conscious. I could only sit there, smiling and nodding, afraid of passing out from oxygen depraved exertion, while they showed me a family tree that cousin Billy Joe Jim-Bob drew up (that didn’t fork, I might add) as my face turned 3 shades of red, blue and purple.
Well, we could have respectfully declined their invitations, but we felt that by doing so would offend the hordes of fans that littered the campus. Scenes of the movie Deliverance flashed in our minds along with the sounds of dueling banjos, so we decided to err on the side of caution. However, nearing the edge of death, while seeing the most f’ed up visions a sane person should never see, was almost as bad.
The best thing you can take from my experience is to avoid the trip to Auburn at all costs, unless you like having your eyes bleed and all of your nose hairs singed in one single breath. (NOT fun, I repeat NOT fun at all.)
I think this may be why a lot of fans outside of the states of Alabama have decided to skip the Auburn trip altogether. If you do find yourself attending a game in Auburn, make sure you stop by your local medical distributor to purchase an oxygen mask and a few bullet tanks of oxygen to make it through the weekend. Be forewarned: It hasn’t been proven (yet) that a mixture of 100% oxygen and the 20-year-old mildewed insides of a trailer are not explosive when mixed.
It’s best to make up a good excuse (of which I have failed to come up with yet) if invited to their tailgate or point and shout, “Holy sh-t! It’s the f’ing BEAR!” This usually sends the Auburn fans scurrying back into their trailers and cringing with horror over the thought of 30 more years of having their asses handed to them in the Iron Bowl.
It's hard. I know. When you trying to avoid something, whether it’s avoiding from staring at the garish mole on the face of the Auburn Homecoming queen or trying to will the neurons for your sense of smell to somehow shut off. In the end, it’s virtually impossible. You end up staring at the mole and pointing without even knowing you’re doing it or running away as fast as one breath can take you. (769 ft.. I tried more than once.)
You know what else is you can do? Bring scuba gear. I know I mentioned the oxygen mask and bullet tanks of oxygen, but this is virtually full-proof. Auburn does have a marine biology curriculum. If some asks why you’re wearing full scuba gear around campus, just tell them you’re going to class. Yes, I know that you would then have to pretend that you DO go to Auburn, but believe me, the pains you will avoid will more than make up for the ice-pick jabs to the ears you’ll feel by saying it. However, I still haven’t figured how to get the Gate Marshals to let me into the stadium.
I think the local kids have already become accustomed to the smell. You will surely need to give your kids lessons on how to survive around the locals. (If you’re crazy enough to allow it.) You could pretend your kids have chronic nosebleeds, which require them to always have 7-8 cotton balls shoved up each nostril, or you could superglue their each nostril shut. Don’t worry, the 4 days (the average time it takes for the nostrils to reopen) of not being able to smell will be worth it.
Rumors abound that prolonged exposure to extreme mildew inhaling can lead to brain damage in children. Believe me, I’ve looked around (before my eyes started to water profusely) and the Auburn kids do look a little weird. It could be from generations of inbreeding. However, like I said before, erring on the side of caution is not always a bad thing.
I know when you go to Auburn, you're thinking: "Ahhhh. Here I am in Auburn, AL. I can’t wait for the smell of fresh country air,” but you will be rudely awakened and simultaneously knocked unconscious.
Be this a warning to all…
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9-12-2006 @ 9:42PM
da boot said...
corndogs? is that all you aubie fans can muster. You know we do sell them at the concession stands so that might be why you smell it. good god, you guys are scraping the bottom of the barrel and making yourselves look like complete dumbasses all at the same time. If i smell like a breaded dog, then so be it. beats the hell out of foot and ass.
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9-12-2006 @ 9:45PM
len anders said...
Auburn steals a joke from another team and claims it as thier own. I havent seen corndogs at LSU. What I see is 6 dollar a bowl crawfish etouffee,gater sauce picante & jambalaya. Something like a 2 dollar corndog may be welcomed. That is the weakest joke Ive ever seen supposedly from an entire fan base, and the joke was stolen from another team at that.
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