â†µâ†µThe only thing more prominent than the devotion to the bulldog (and the prominent hedges around the field, of course) was the sheer hate for the yellow jackets. While I'm no stranger to raw unvarnished loathing for a particular rival this was different. This was... institutionalized.â†µ
There were these quasi-rituals at almost every part of the game where each side would express their displeasure at the opponent. From the face off of the teams after warm ups to the lusty booing at particular songs played by each team's band.
Remember, this was written by a fan of the Alabama Crimson Tide less than a week removed from attending the Iron Bowl. If our hate around these parts is more orderly and even choreographed, that doesn't mean it's any less severe.