re: Describe your worst LSU meltdown experiences

Ole miss 2009 was a damned disgrace and the only time I have yelled at a TV screen. Tennessee 2010 was frustrating but its hard to get mad about a win, but if I had to choose one it would be that Troy comeback game in 2008...i left early and didnt care if we came back it should have been a guaranteed win...i hate it when people say the greatest comeback in tiger history because in my eyes it was negated by the fact that it was Troy...

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My worse experience was 1/9 even though it was an internal meltdown. As I sat on row 7 of the student section for the final game of LSUs historic season, something died inside of me. My childhood love of LSU Football died. After spending so much money going to every game but 2 that year and wanting us to win so bad, I realized as I watched the halftime show that it was over. I spent the second half in a daze only to laugh with amazement when JJ shuffled passed my sanity away. I stayed to the bitter end because my gf at the time insisted on getting our money's worth. Walking back to the hotel was the most surreal experience. It was like a dream in a movie when everyone is moving fast and blurry and you are slowly walking through the chaos. I never cursed or yelled after the game. With a blank stare I calmly walked back to the hotel and went to sleep.

Since that day, I don't get that upset with LSU losses. I think I have accepted that 1/9 was the worse loss possible and nothing can top it. When I had friends losing it after last year's Bama loss, I just thought to myself it could be worse.... You could have spend way too much money to sit on row 7 and die on the inside.

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I will never forget that dreary walk back down Poydras. Listless LSU fans, stunned, shoulders hunched, heads down, drifting like lost and hollow-eyed silhouttes. Beaming Bama fans offering disengenous condolonces and hugging one another in the streets. The distant echo of Rammer Jammer chants. Spotlights scouring the sky, suddenly an insult, a garish parody. The Superdome dwindling behind us, illuminated in its disk of white haze. Closer to the Quarter, a group of pimple-faced redneck Bama students leaping out from behind cars, screaming "This is our town now!"

My only consolation was that one arrogant young Bama fan wandered too near to my Cajun father-in-law and paid the price in terror. I like to say that this encounter was closest we came to beating Bama that evening.

I wasn't furious, just disheartened. I spent tens of thousands of dollars to see...nothing. The fans filled up the stadium, the media put on a circus, the television crews prattled and glittered, the bands marched and blared in full regalia, Bama took the field, but the LSU team never even arrived at the SuperDome. We didn't compete. Our plan was doomed from the outset and we made no effort to adapt. We just plodded deliberately towards the precipice and willingly plunged into the abyss. Those weren't our players on the field, lifeless doppelgangers instead.

Someone earlier in the thread said that watching that game was akin to watching The Blair Witch Project. That's an apt analogy. Disorienting and vaguely disturbing.

frick that game.

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I will never forget that dreary walk back down Poydras. Listless LSU fans, stunned, shoulders hunched, heads down, drifting like lost and hollow-eyed silhouttes. Beaming Bama fans offering disengenous condolonces and hugging one another in the streets. The distant echo of Rammer Jammer chants. Spotlights scouring the sky, suddenly an insult, a garish parody. The Superdome dwindling behind us, illuminated in its disk of white haze. Closer to the Quarter, a group of pimple-faced redneck Bama students leaping out from behind cars, screaming "This is our town now!"

My only consolation was that one arrogant young Bama fan wandered too close to my Cajun father-in-law and paid the price in terror. I like to say that this encounter was closest we came to beating Bama that evening.

I wasn't furious, just disheartened. I spent tens of thousands of dollars to see...nothing. The fans filled up the stadium, the media put on a circus, the television crews prattled and glittered, the bands marched and blared in full regalia, Bama showed up, but the LSU team never even arrived at the SuperDome. We didn't compete. Our plan was doomed from the outset and we made no effort to adapt. We just plodded deliberately towards the precipice and willingly plunged into the abyss. Those weren't our players on the field, lifeless doppelgangers instead.

Someone earlier in the thread said that watching that game was akin to watching The Blair Witch Project. That's an apt analogy. Disorienting and vaguely disturbing.

frick that game.

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pretty well put.

for the exact reason that i didn't want to have to deal with bama fans or my own, i was in the car by mid 4th qtr.

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I will never forget that dreary walk back down Poydras. Listless LSU fans, stunned, shoulders hunched, heads down, drifting like lost and hollow-eyed silhouttes. Beaming Bama fans offering disengenous condolonces and hugging one another in the streets. The distant echo of Rammer Jammer chants. Spotlights scouring the sky, suddenly an insult, a garish parody. The Superdome dwindling behind us, illuminated in its disk of white haze. Closer to the Quarter, a group of pimple-faced redneck Bama students leaping out from behind cars, screaming "This is our town now!"

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We just plodded deliberately towards the precipice and willingly plunged into the abyss. Those weren't our players on the field, lifeless doppelgangers instead.

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Well put. I went to all 14 games that year including the trip to the end of the world (morgantown). My fall that year was based around our season and to have it vanish in a painful fanfare of crimson made it all the worse. This is when I learned as a fan you cannot put your life and emotions into a team.

2005 Tennessee
2009 Ole Miss
2010 Tennessee
I watch alone.

A lot of you guys are mentioning games that would qualify for me: 2009 Ole Miss, 2010 Tennessee, etc. But my worst reaction came after we blew the lead and lost late to Arky in 2002. I was so angry, I gathered all my LSU stuff together, shoved it in a garbage bag and threw it outside in the garage. Oh, we won the national title the next season.

Lesson learned. No matter how bad things seem in the moment, things can change for the better. Sometimes, quickly.

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10-18-1997

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After beating #1 the week before, I flipped my lid leaving the stadium after the Ole Miss game. This was simply a sign of things to come in the 98 and 99 seasons.. when meltdowns were quite common.

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Jamie.

fricking.

Howard.

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Lynn

fricking

Amedee..........kept calling pass plays in the second half. Had we just run the ball every down in the second half, we win. Auburn was too far down and didn't have enough time to come back.

1/9 was a total shocker....but I was mature enough to turn off the TV and think of other more important things in life......

Pissing away (we thought any way) a shot at the NC losing the home finale to Arkansas almost put me in rehab.....

......But the Jamie "fricking" Howard game had me fantasizing about grabbing a gun and driving to Baton Rouge. To make it worse, I had been waiting for the game to end because I had to give up my Dobermans for adoption. Not a good day.