It’s Time to Tell the LSU Corn-Dog Story
In what has become an Auburn tradition, it’s time to tell the story of how LSU fans became corn dogs. At least half a dozen times a year I get a request for the post that talks about LSU fans smelling like corn dogs. They come from every SEC school. It’s amazing that after all these years, it’s still so popular.
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.
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 it is 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 silence,
“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 etoufé 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 one
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…