There is nothing more pathetic to the Colonel, not even fair-weather fans, nor even his own perennial passion for lost causes, than a bandwagon fan.
The Colonel would like to pause at this juncture and thank the many Ole Miss season ticket holders in his section of Vaught-Hemingway Stadium who sold their tickets to Tide fans for last Saturday evening's game. Were it not for that contemptible act of cowardice and capitalism, the Colonel would not have had the pure joy of having every one of his beliefs regarding Alabama fans confirmed.
It should be said that after cheering lustily for his Rebels' early first quarter successes, the Colonel settled resignedly into his seat and actually admired the play of arguably the finest football team in the land. His Rebels were trounced by a far superior team, as he expected. Alabama is awesome.
Their fans..., not so much.
Call him an old-fashioned sportsman, but on the rare occasions that the Colonel has visited other stadiums to watch his Rebels play, and on the even rarer occasions when his Rebels enjoyed success on foreign turf, the Colonel has never dreamed of mouthing off and acting disrespectful to the home fans. And, anytime the Colonel has witnessed fellow Ole Miss fans crossing that line, he has been quick to provide corrective instruction.
With all that said, the Colonel would like to expose what he believes is the most odious actor in all of sportsfandom. The Colonel calls him the "Bama Bandwagon Boor."
The Bama Bandwagon Boor doesn't just cheer for his team, which is expected. He sits in the middle of the other team's fans and taunts them on every play.
The Bama Bandwagon Boor speaks about Bama's successes in the first person plural, "We're gonna beat y'all lak a drum."
Most egregious of all, the Bama Bandwagon Boor never set foot in a classroom at the University of Alabama.
The Colonel is not referring to the those who for whatever reason did not pursue post-secondary education.
The Colonel refers specifically to the despicably disloyal low-life who went somewhere else for his college education, and cheers instead for Alabama. Nothing else in his life of viewing a plethora of pathetic sights does more to stir the pangs of pity in the Colonel's hardened, shrivelled, walnut-sized heart.
Case in point is the twenty-something preppie punk in Bama colors seated in much too close proximity to the Colonel and his Lady, and their perpetually spring-loaded for a scrap #2 son last Saturday.
Early in the game, obvious pass interference by a Bama defender was ignored by the refs. It wasn't a close judgement call. It was blatant. The Colonel's #2 son loudly complained, "Here we go again."
The punk began mocking loudly, "Conspiracy, conspiracy!"
#2 leaned in and opined that "even a moron could see" that it had been pass interference.
To which the punk responded, "Who you calling a moron? I went to Vanderbilt!"
The Colonel and #2 were stunned speechless at this disloyal punk's brazen admission of his Bama Bandwagon Boor club membership.
#2 might have been speechless, but the Colonel easily detected that he was on the verge of initiating physical hostilities. As much as the Colonel loves a good scrap, the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda was in attendance and as the punk had yet to cross any line disrespectful of her personally the Colonel didn't want to subject his lady to the spectacle of her men bloodying this boor. So, the Colonel resorted to the tried and true method of dealing with errant children. He cranked his facial features into the scornful scowl mastered by few, but common among Marines, put his vocal chords on the stun setting, pointed his bony finger at the punk and commanded,
"Siddown and SHUT UP!"
The punk Bama Bandwagon Boor blanched and obeyed.
Which leads us to the Colonel's final observation regarding Bama Bandwagon Boors.
They are cowards.