None of my fraternity brothers ever fought. I never got my arse kicked at Murphy's for being a mouthy punk in 1984. That never happened. One of my brothers never knocked the teeth out of a Sigma Chi's head in a drunken post-game brawl. The same Sigma Chi's never retaliated by storming our house and punching everybody they saw. LSU's highest profile player, a guy who has a statue on campus now, never brawled with the football team. And they never brawled back. The LSU baseball team never had a big fight at a frat house. I didn't witness that. One of my friends never cold-cocked a guy at Sports Illustrated (Reggies) and he certainly isn't an orthopedic surgeon now. Another didn't join in on an ass-kicking and never became a lawyer in Baton Rouge and a big LSU booster. None of that happened.
What happened here is unique.
Unique to Jeremy Hill and LSU.
And a poor reflection on Lester Fudd Miles.
If we were properly chastened, and had a sense of shame, we'd all set our hair on fire in unison at halftime of the first home game, in righteous protest. *End rant .