The year was 1981. The place was Baton Rouge, Louisiana - Tiger Stadium, to be specific.

My brother was a sophomore at LSU, and as luck would have it, I was dating an LSU cheerleader. So I drove over to Red Stick for LSU's season opener versus Alabama. It was the last time Bear Bryant visited Tiger Stadium. The Bear would retire the next year, then die the year after that. I guess he really did live for Alabama football.

As was par for the course, I entered Tiger Stadium at 3:00 for a 7:00 kickoff. At the gate, the policeman asked me if I had a flask and if not, would I like one? I told him I was fine, and proceeded with my brother and his fellow Kappa Alpha pledges to claim a portion of the student section for the KA's, and engage in various fights with other frats as they tried to usurp our seats.

About 5:00, Bear Bryant entered Tiger Stadium with the Alabama football team, who were still dressed in their street clothes. They walked the perimeter of the stadium and of course, the 30,000 Tiger fans already inside and liquored up all ran to the first row and yelled at them.

"Tiger meat! Tiger meat! Tiger meat!" The noise was deafening. But the Bear was ready for this; in fact, I'm convinced the whole reason for this walk-around was to get the players used to what they were going to hear come kick-off time. And there was another reason for this March of Death.

Bryant had apparently instructed his players to look straight ahead only - no glancing into the stadium, no looking out onto the field. Also, no talking. So 70 - 80 guys made the whole walk with nary a look askance. And let me tell you - THAT FREAKED OUT THE LSU FANS. For the first half of the walk, the fans were yelling everything you could think of at the Tide. But by the time the players got to the far end of the stadium, you could tell it was the LSU fans that were afraid.

And sure enough, Alabama came out and completely pasted LSU, winning 24 - 7, although it sure didn't seem that close.

So what does this riveting study in psychological freaking out have to do with me being in a national print ad?!?

Fast forward one year. I'm picking up a copy of "Dave Campbell's Football" - THE magazine for football fans. As I leaf through the pages, I come to a full-page ad for Campbell's Soup. And who is the star of that ad?

Me!

It was a picture taken of a group of fans, all of whom are looking to their left - except me. I am looking to my RIGHT, and I have a pie-eating grin on my face. Because of the angle of the photo, my face is the only one you can see. For everyone else, you see the back of their head.

The caption read, "GUESS WHICH FAN HAS CAMPBELLS SOUP ON HIS MIND?"

Oh, I had something on my mind, all right. But it wasn't Campbell's Soup! I was making googly eyes at my cheerleader girlfriend while Alabama was scoring yet another touchdown!

Of course, I showed this picture to everyone I knew. And they all asked, "How much did you get for being in this ad?"

I got nothing! I didn't even know who to go ask for money! And worse, I think I lost all the copies of that ad!

And the cheerleader dumped me after the game, so I guess it's good they took the picture while I was still able to smile.

Too bad you couldn't post the pic.

If you had wanted to, I'm sure you could've hired a lawyer and gotten some big money from Campbell's and the advertising agency.

dayum...I would have sued Campbell's and made my first million.

THAT WAS YOU?!

I think I knoiw which one you're talking about. I vaguely remember thumbing through some kind of domestic magazine, thumbing through the ads as a kiddo and seeing that. I was crazy about that brand of soup as a child. You're gonna have me googling all night just to find it. Oh my goodness, that sucks though. You should have gotten paid!

I wish I could find the mag now. My grandmother had a huge collection of all kinds of magazines for years and years going back. I think she tossed them all or they got lost when we had a huge flood in 1992. Dang...that sucks.

http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2008/11/PRINCE%20EATING%20SOUP.jpg

LadyLuvSexxy said:

THAT WAS YOU?!

I think I knoiw which one you're talking about. I vaguely remember thumbing through some kind of domestic magazine, thumbing through the ads as a kiddo and seeing that. I was crazy about that brand of soup as a child. You're gonna have me googling all night just to find it. Oh my goodness, that sucks though. You should have gotten paid!

I wish I could find the mag now. My grandmother had a huge collection of all kinds of magazines for years and years going back. I think she tossed them all or they got lost when we had a huge flood in 1992. Dang...that sucks.

WOW, that would be cool! I can't believe you remember it. Wow!

I looked like a dork, didn't I!

OnlyNDaUsa said:

PurpleJedi said:

OnlyNDaUsa said:

I'm hollaring!!!!!!!

PurpleJedi said:

OnlyNDaUsa said:

LMAO, but how many times do I have to tell y'all that I AM NOT PRINCE!

RodeoSchro said:

The year was 1981. The place was Baton Rouge, Louisiana - Tiger Stadium, to be specific.

My brother was a sophomore at LSU, and as luck would have it, I was dating an LSU cheerleader. So I drove over to Red Stick for LSU's season opener versus Alabama. It was the last time Bear Bryant visited Tiger Stadium. The Bear would retire the next year, then die the year after that. I guess he really did live for Alabama football.

As was par for the course, I entered Tiger Stadium at 3:00 for a 7:00 kickoff. At the gate, the policeman asked me if I had a flask and if not, would I like one? I told him I was fine, and proceeded with my brother and his fellow Kappa Alpha pledges to claim a portion of the student section for the KA's, and engage in various fights with other frats as they tried to usurp our seats.

About 5:00, Bear Bryant entered Tiger Stadium with the Alabama football team, who were still dressed in their street clothes. They walked the perimeter of the stadium and of course, the 30,000 Tiger fans already inside and liquored up all ran to the first row and yelled at them.

"Tiger meat! Tiger meat! Tiger meat!" The noise was deafening. But the Bear was ready for this; in fact, I'm convinced the whole reason for this walk-around was to get the players used to what they were going to hear come kick-off time. And there was another reason for this March of Death.

Bryant had apparently instructed his players to look straight ahead only - no glancing into the stadium, no looking out onto the field. Also, no talking. So 70 - 80 guys made the whole walk with nary a look askance. And let me tell you - THAT FREAKED OUT THE LSU FANS. For the first half of the walk, the fans were yelling everything you could think of at the Tide. But by the time the players got to the far end of the stadium, you could tell it was the LSU fans that were afraid.

And sure enough, Alabama came out and completely pasted LSU, winning 24 - 7, although it sure didn't seem that close.

So what does this riveting study in psychological freaking out have to do with me being in a national print ad?!?

Fast forward one year. I'm picking up a copy of "Dave Campbell's Football" - THE magazine for football fans. As I leaf through the pages, I come to a full-page ad for Campbell's Soup. And who is the star of that ad?

Me!

It was a picture taken of a group of fans, all of whom are looking to their left - except me. I am looking to my RIGHT, and I have a pie-eating grin on my face. Because of the angle of the photo, my face is the only one you can see. For everyone else, you see the back of their head.

The caption read, "GUESS WHICH FAN HAS CAMPBELLS SOUP ON HIS MIND?"

Oh, I had something on my mind, all right. But it wasn't Campbell's Soup! I was making googly eyes at my cheerleader girlfriend while Alabama was scoring yet another touchdown!

Of course, I showed this picture to everyone I knew. And they all asked, "How much did you get for being in this ad?"

I got nothing! I didn't even know who to go ask for money! And worse, I think I lost all the copies of that ad!

And the cheerleader dumped me after the game, so I guess it's good they took the picture while I was still able to smile.

---> this is me apologizing in advance for hurting your feelings, in case you are still sensitive to having been dumped by the cheerleader

<--- this is me enjoying your story

RodeoSchro said:

PurpleJedi said:

LMAO, but how many times do I have to tell y'all that I AM NOT PRINCE!

only the real Prince would deny it!

OnlyNDaUsa said:

RodeoSchro said:

LMAO, but how many times do I have to tell y'all that I AM NOT PRINCE!

only the real Prince would deny it!

you could be right