WOO PIG

Walking in is like entering a hornets nest. Thousands of screaming people all crowded into one central location is almost overwhelming. Even though every person is an individual all you can make out is the collective or the whole. There is a very noticeable color scheme of red and white as if 70,000 people called each other to coordinate what to wear. There is a strong smell of beer, liquor, and sweat. This "hive" of people seems to have their own language to find some connection in this mass of existance. "Go Hogs, Go Razorbacks, Woo Pig" is heard as these red herds pass by each other. With this many people talking at once it almost seems to be an undecipherable roar. Suddenly all 70,000 people stand up, start raising their arms, and collectively yelling "Woooo Pig Soooie". Once, then twice, and then a third time they do this but on the third try end it with a loud "Razorbacks!". Suddenly a wild eruption of cheering and music goes off as a small group of large men in strange clothes runs onto the field. Then as if on cue another group of men in different colors takes the field to a chorus of boo's. These men are apparently about to battle in the center of this arena as this enormous crowd looks on.