For those of you who do not know this about me: "Hi, I am Scooter and I'm a College Football addict." I watch games both on TV and in person, follow recruiting and love to party in traditional bayou tailgate fashion!! Cooking at these parties is definitely my speciality, true to my heritage...along with the beverage consumption, of course.
More notably, is the experience of a Saturday night in Tiger Stadium. If you haven't been there, it is very difficult to explain...95,000 screaming Cajun yahoos, the electricity and the smell of bourbon in the air is other worldly. It gives me goose bumps, just thinking about it. It provides visitors an empathetic feel for what the Christians "gladiators" experienced, being sent by Cesar to their demise in the Roman Coliseum. This is especially true when 'Bama or Those Nasty Gators from Florida roll into BR town.
These games are comparable to tribal warfare. It sounds like a great time, doesn't it? Only when your team wins. Losing coaches frequently finds "For Sale" signs hammered into their lawn on Sunday mornings, following these bigger games.
Anyway, this is the beginning of The Tigers' march to the BCS National Championship Game. I would love nothing more than to put a spanking on those USC Trojan Wussies, for their "shuck and give action," back in 2003. However, we'll just have to wait until January for that to come to fruition. We should start a second countdown clock for that game, as well.
I can hear The Drum Cadences rumbling, right now: http://www.lsusports.net/ViewArticle.dbml?&DB_OEM_ID=5200&ATCLID=177310&SPID=2544&SPSID=31765
As you may have already deduced...trash talk comes cheap relative to discussions of playing on The Old Gridiron, in The SEC.
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