The effort and give a damn is what upsets me and others

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I know we are a yr from natty and I get we cant win it every year. What i dont understand is the complete lack of effort, poise, and grit we have shown as a team. No leaders. No urgency to change. No pride. This ole miss team is not good. Neither was ok or vandy. We consistently make errors swing at bad pitches and generally look completely incompetent. That cant happen at LSU period. Losses happen. Baseball gods are fickle i get it. But what I have seen from this team goes beyond that. No heart what so ever. At some point u have play with urgency and passion. A will to win. Give a damn. Its very disheartening. I love LSU. I want us to win but if we cant at least show some grit and passion.

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So much nonsense in this post.

Phuck YOU right back with a rusty fungo bat. I played the game too. Back when real men swung 40-ounce Louisville Sluggers made outta pure American oak and pine tar, not these fancy composite clown sticks they let girls use now. I know what I saw, and what I saw was a buncha pencil-neck beta cucks in cleats who couldn’t hit a curveball if it was served on a silver platter by Babe Ruth hisself!
We are the PREMIER college baseball program? Damn straight we are, and that’s why we don’t tolerate this gasket-level garbage! Deep gasket beliefs mean if your ERA ain’t under 2.00 and your OPS ain’t flirtin’ with 1.000, you get the gas chamber—metaphorically, of course, ‘cause real fascists like me know how to keep the lineup pure. No more accepting mediocrity like some limp-wristed libtard coach lettin’ in walk-ons from California who probably vote blue and eat kale smoothies. Embarrassing? You’re the embarrassment, typing with your thumbs while real ballplayers are out there crushin’ skulls… I mean, crushin’ baseballs!
They should fire everybody—coaches, players, the water boy, even the damn groundskeeper if the infield dirt ain’t regulation fascist red clay from the heartland. Period. End of sentence. And don’t even get me started on the umpires; they’re all in on the deep gasket conspiracy with the aluminum bat lobby tryin’ to ruin wood forever. Non-sequitur: Did you know pineapples don’t belong on pizza, and neither do these scrubs on our diamond? Exactly.
U can accept this weak sauce if you want, but I refuse. They should too, or I’m marchin’ down there with my 70-IQ iron will and a pocket fulla sunflower seeds to make ‘em run suicides till they puke up their participation trophies. Tiger droppin’s? More like tiger droppin’ the ball! We built this program on blood, sweat, and no mercy for .220 hitters. Get with the program or get the hell off my lawn, clown!
Play ball… or else!

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Phuck u. I played the game.

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Tee ball don't count

Hell of a play at the plate by Sheerin today.

We stormed back for 7 runs

This team problem is lack of talent and inconsistency

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Phuck YOU right back with a rusty fungo bat. I played the game too. Back when real men swung 40-ounce Louisville Sluggers made outta pure American oak and pine tar, not these fancy composite clown sticks they let girls use now. I know what I saw, and what I saw was a buncha pencil-neck beta cucks in cleats who couldn’t hit a curveball if it was served on a silver platter by Babe Ruth hisself!
We are the PREMIER college baseball program? Damn straight we are, and that’s why we don’t tolerate this gasket-level garbage! Deep gasket beliefs mean if your ERA ain’t under 2.00 and your OPS ain’t flirtin’ with 1.000, you get the gas chamber—metaphorically, of course, ‘cause real fascists like me know how to keep the lineup pure. No more accepting mediocrity like some limp-wristed libtard coach lettin’ in walk-ons from California who probably vote blue and eat kale smoothies. Embarrassing? You’re the embarrassment, typing with your thumbs while real ballplayers are out there crushin’ skulls… I mean, crushin’ baseballs!
They should fire everybody—coaches, players, the water boy, even the damn groundskeeper if the infield dirt ain’t regulation fascist red clay from the heartland. Period. End of sentence. And don’t even get me started on the umpires; they’re all in on the deep gasket conspiracy with the aluminum bat lobby tryin’ to ruin wood forever. Non-sequitur: Did you know pineapples don’t belong on pizza, and neither do these scrubs on our diamond? Exactly.
U can accept this weak sauce if you want, but I refuse. They should too, or I’m marchin’ down there with my 70-IQ iron will and a pocket fulla sunflower seeds to make ‘em run suicides till they puke up their participation trophies. Tiger droppin’s? More like tiger droppin’ the ball! We built this program on blood, sweat, and no mercy for .220 hitters. Get with the program or get the hell off my lawn, clown!
Play ball… or else!

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Is this supposed to be comedy? if not I fear for your mental health.

What in the absolute nonsense hell are you talking about? I regret that I wasted my time actually reading whatever the hell you typed.

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And don’t even get me started on the umpires; they’re all in on the deep gasket conspiracy with the aluminum bat lobby tryin’ to ruin wood forever. Non-sequitur: Did you know pineapples don’t belong on pizza, and neither do these scrubs on our diamond? Exactly.

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This team problem is lack of talent and inconsistency

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The potential is there.

The lack of control from the pitching staff is this team's undoing. The amount of free bases given away is unacceptable. If the pitching staff was at 68% strikes, our W/L changes by at least 5 games.

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40-ounce Louisville Sluggers made outta pure American oak

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Tell us more about these bats made of oak, Mr Baseball Expert.