Thursday, September 01, 2011
I cannot describe how much happier I will be on Saturday when I wake up knowing I don't have to go find another vidya of Europe playing "Final Countdown." However, this version seems like the LSU of "Final Countdown." Dimly lit and looks like a bar/venue only friendly to locals.
In February of 2002, while enjoying a healthy lunch at my fraternity house consisting of fried chicken, fried okra, fried pickles and French fries, a bro approached me and asked if I would like to accompany him to the Rebels’ away hoops game that night at the Maravich Center. With ten minutes to go in the first half, Ole Miss trailed LSU 8-2. The Rebs went on to lose in one of the most lack-luster performances of the Rod Barnes era. The highlight of the trip was shaking Archie Manning’s hand at halftime; I haven’t been back since.
(Ed: I believe in 2000, the Rebels and Tigers played a game in Oxford in which the halftime score was 21-10 Ole Miss. I left at halftime.)
(Ed: The first 23 seconds of that make me want to run through a brick wall.)
I have so little to hold on to now, so I will not so casually mention that I've been to Baton Rouge four times and seen Ole Miss win four times. Two of the more satisfying feelings a non-LSU fan can have in the SEC is beating LSU in Tiger Stadium, followed by listening to the post-game call-in show as despondent LSU fans voice their opinion that firebombing something, anything, is a perfectly legal option and solution to getting better coaching out of the coaching staff.
Posted by Gray at 9:18 AM