As an old Mississippi State Bulldogs Athletic Supporter, I have made many a trip to Starkville, Ms in my lifetime, and over the years I have noticed some distinct game personality traits unique to the fans of individual SEC schools.  Now, this is likely to raise a stink with some folks, so let me toss in my disclaimer at the beginning.  And bear in mind that these viewpoints are from a Bulldog perspective.  A fan of another school my have an entirely different impression. In other words, the following observations are entirely the subjective opinion of the author.  I will rank the several schools' fans in that subjective order, from the worst to the best.  Also bear in mind that I may be just a bit prejudiced against some schools.

1)  Ole Miss.  Ole Miss fans are an odd mixture of doctors, lawyers, spoiled frat boys and flannel shirt-wearing local yokels.  There does not seem to be much in between.  The locals and frat boys are the most obnoxious, and are often in cahoots with fight-provoking behaviors like sitting in the first row, and standing for the entire game whether there is anything particularly exciting going on or not.  When politely asked to take a seat, they will simply stare at you with toddy-bloodshot eyes.  This is a common behavior at away games.  Only the threat of being tossed over the upper ramparts, or, worse, escorted out of the stadium by security, will deter them.  They do that stupid "Hoddy-Toddy" thing whether they're ahead by 14 or behind by 20.  After the game, especially after a loss (which is often, these days), these same yokels enjoy walking down the ramps slowly, spreading out so as to make it difficult to pass them, Hoddy-Toddying all the way to the ground and beyond. In that part of the crowd that is mixed, no polite discussion of the game or individual players is possible.

As for the doctors and lawyers, they don't really give opposing fans too much trouble.  They spend liesurely time before the game camped out in The Grove, discreetly sipping on Toddys, grinning from ear to ear.  Most of the lawyers make maximum use of their time running for the legislature.  The few professionals among them who are not doctors or lawyers are busy networking, doing things like prospecting for clients among the doctors and lawyers to sell securities or stakes in limited partnerships of all sorts.  They are all extreme critics of the coaching staff, whether they've ever played a snap at any level or not.  That's why they pi$$ed in their collective Toddys and ran David Cutcliff off back up to Tennessee.

2) Auburn.  Auburn fans, to a man, are much like the Ole Miss frat boys/local yokel bunch.  Their station in life doesn't seem to matter much when it comes to being obnoxious.  Auburn fans like to come into your house as if they are the owners, and you are a mere tenant.  They are loud, and their insults are often of a personal nature. Lots of them get whupped up on, especially on the road.  They like Toddys almost as much as Ole Miss fans.  Actually, they prefer Pabst Blue Ribbon, but this is most often not available, and can only be smuggled into the stadium under the dresses of their girlfriends.  But this approach makes the beer hot, and if there is anything an Auburn fan hates, it's hot beer.  Can't say I blame them for that.  One thing that underscores my point concerning Auburn fans is that they actually like Tommy Tuberville.  Nuff sed.

3) Alabama.  These people are the walking defintions of the word "arrogance."  They tote around those big foam hands with the index finger stuck up regardless of their position in the rankings.  They still sell those funny hats like The Bear used to wear at all the games.  For some inexplicable reason, most of them carry around their own roll of toilet paper and an empty box of Tide detergent.  Something about hygiene, I guess.  One particular tradition, started by The Bear himself, is the Faked Injury play.  Alabama coaches pull this out of their hat whenever time is short, and they are out of time outs, and they are behind.  Inevitably, they will send in some lacky on a play whose job it is to get into the pile and come up "injured."  Of course, it is always of a nature that the trainers have to come out and minister to him for two or three minutes, thereby providing the team with a non-deserved time out.  At the appropriate time, the injured player will miraculously jump up and jog to the sidelines.  They tried that in Jackson in 1980. I know they did, because they sent in a guy with a perfectly clean jersey in the midst of a drive which would have won the game with mere seconds left.  Unfortunately, Johnny Cooks ran over the center and right guard from his middle linebacker position and caused a fumble which the Bulldogs recovered with 4 seconds on the clock.  I must tell you all, it was extremely gratifying to see those foam fingers pointed at the ground, and those smug looks turned to something akin to shell shock.  Couldn't have happened to a more deserving bunch.

4)  LSU. There is no detering this bunch, especially in Baton Rouge, where they get a three-day head start on obnoxiousness.  The party usually starts on Wednesday evening, and continues well into the wee hours of Sunday morning.  The particular combination of the consumption of vast quantities of wine/beer/old charter/vodka/cognac/gin/whatever and red beans and rice makes going to games in Baton Rouge an experience akin to something like attending the world wino convention in the world's largest tin pan alley.  By game time, those not needing assistance to get to their seats are itching for a fight, and will give you one at the drop of a bottle of Mad Dog 20-20.  I must say that they appear to reserve a particular wrath for Ole Miss fans, and to their credit usually treat Mississippi State fans fairly well, often sharing their red beans and rice and other Cajun goodies with us, and in turn we feed them ribs and chicken leg quarters at baseball games.  For some odd reason which I've never been quite able to put my finger on, we seem to understand each other.

5) Florida.  Florida fans are like a bunch of spoiled kids.  Even before they started winning championships, they thought they were supposed to.  Spurrier spoiled them especially well, then broke their hearts.  They get all pokey-lipped when they lose.  Having been witness to a generous helping of success against the Gators, I know this to be true.  They travel well, usually in high-end motor homes bought with all that tourist and spring break money.  On the road, they are tolerably well-behaved, but going to The Swamp is like stepping into a high-humidity hell.  Seemingly sane individuals turn into blathering, foaming at the mouth ogres, and they will gleefully step on you while you are down.  Oddly enough, they will then help you up and offer you a fruity concoction.

6) In no particular order, Arkansas, Kentucky, Vandy, South Carolina and Georgia.  I have visited all these venues, and of course attended many games in Starkville when they were the guests of the Bulldogs.  The only distinction I can make is that the South Carolina and Georgia folks seem to enjoy an inebriating beverage a bit more than the rest.  They tend to be knowledgeable and fairly congenial folks for the most part, and of course Vandy's long and painful experience in the art of losing makes them especially endearing to State fans.

7) Tennessee.  I have to hand it to the Vols.  Whether at Neyland or somewhere else, these are the most knowledgeable, happy, friendly, and gracious fans the SEC has to offer.  They will not step on you when you're down by 21, instead complimenting you on the better qualities of your team.  They are rarely inebriated.  One can feel entirely comfortable sitting among them, and they do not feel that orange and maroon are conflicting colors.  Even when they lose to you, they smile.  They understand there will be another game, another day.

8) Mississippi State.  Ditto everything I said about Tennessee.  Unless, of course, you don't like the sound of clanging cowbells.