And yet, I wasn't at all angry, like when there were too many Georgia fans in Columbia. LSU fans are possibly the most amazing fans to party with in the entire world. They dance to "Baby Got Back" without a trace of irony. They're just drunk. Extremely drunk. And dancing all the time, it doesn't matter what song. Until . . .
Yeah, they played "Callin' Baton Rouge." The LSU fans went wild.
Operator won't you put me on through
I gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge
Hurry up won't you put her on the line
I gotta talk to the girl just one more time.
I will admit, without any shame, that I sang along. Loudly. It's a damn fine song, especially when you're several beers deep, which, no matter the time, LSU fans probably are. They get HAMMERED. And they keep dancing and drinking and singing along.
I went to LSU and New Orleans once. It chewed me up and spit me out. It left me wanting more and robbed me of my dignity at the same time. I wanted to destroy the damn place, but then again, I never wanted to leave. They took my wallet from my pants pocket. They can have it. It was worth it.
And that Garth Brooks song. I'll always sing along to it. It's a great song. I'll still hold that we were louder when 2001 came on. Some dispute this. I'll take none of that.
This was, I'll contribute, my first trip downtown on a busy night since the smoking ban in Columbia went into effect on Oct. 1. You think the LSU fans went outside to have a cigarette, like so many USC-ers lined up? Not a damn chance.
Of course, you do notice the negatives. The girls are few and far between. And most of them have crooked teeth. Then again, maybe I was just at the wrong bar. There are too many LSU fans as is. But God Damn, those LSU boys get drunk no matter where they're at.
It's nearly impossible to hate an LSU fan. Their team is good. They have cool songs. New Orleans is hands down the greatest drinking town in the world. And Baton Rouge ain't too shabby either. I wouldn't want to drink anywhere else, SEC or the entire world. It's irreplaceable. Maybe I was just at the wrong bar. It's certainly possible.
UPDATE: But in case there is any doubt, I hope we beat their pants off and send them home miserable just like they did to us a year ago.
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Random Thoughts
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Isn't it interesting when you know someone knows you and yet you've never met that person? The tension is palpable. That person walks by you, it seems, again and again. You're constantly looking over your shoulder and yet you're cool with whatever happens. (Because you probably deserve it anyway).
Hell, it can be hard to be evil, or to be intrinsically mean. But it's a lot of fun to be the villain, to play that role. To know someone looks at you with disgust and all you can do to console that person is shrug and hope they get how cruel the world can be. If they're some idealist, you're nearly assured of a punch in the face. Luckily the idealists are dying off.
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Also, a simple comment, I hope this doesn't get me in trouble.
But it just seemed like a majority of the girls at Pour House on the particular night I was there all had a disability. Not something life threatening or even something that would fuck up your month, but just a slight "something-ain't-right-ness" -- be it a crooked tooth or a wobbly frame -- something is just a bit off.
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A quick note, as well.
I saw a girl tonight who was a dead ringer for April.
I mean, she was wearing a yellow jacket.
Oh, I can't express how amazingly hot that is.
If you're considering a Halloween outfit, I recommend April. She's the hottest cartoon next to Jessica Rabbit. Either of those would make you a Halloween queen.
That's all, good night.
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