re: Good read in the ADVOCATE..... Where were you during Morris HR

I was at work in Baton Rouge, I couln't get out of a meeting early for the first part of the game. My wife and I had just gotten married and lived in the apartments near highland on Lee dr. I rushed home in time to make it for the last 4 innings and watched them by myself. When Warren hit the homerun i opened the door to our apt. and trust both fists in the air and gave out some kind of primordial howl. The I thought to myself "I cant believe of all the times watching LSU that I was alone for that moment". Went to the chimes and got tore up.

Down at Papa Gerard's camp by Lake Fausse. Papa Gerard was still on parole and couldn't leave da camp. I was kinda down as I recently broke up with my Cher and looked at my old pal Jacques and said, "Wanna go watch the Tigah's play by da bayou?" Jacques said, "Allons!"

We had Jacque's Tante blow in his breathalyzer to start the truck, picked up two cases of Miller Lite and hit da road.

Papa Gerard was well prepared...he was workin on a gravy and the rice was fixin... tasso, cracklin, boudin was already prepared. We watched da game and heading to Warren's at bat...Jacques and I weren't too optimistic. Papa Gerard kept repeating, "Lache pas la patate...lache pas la patate...lache pas la patate." Jacques and I just assumed Papa Gerard was just too fricked up considering he had polished off 18 or so beers and was just drinking Crown Royal straight from the bottle at this point.

And then...BAM!!! AIEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !Ga dais daw! First pitch! The room exploded! Jacques, Papa Gerard and I all grasped onto one another and fell down just rolling around laughing and screaming! "Tigah's WIN! Tigah's WIN! Holy shite laissez les bons temps rouler! Tigah's freaking win!" We all rolled around on each other for a good 45 minutes until we thought it was getting a little too weird, ya know? We shared a good laugh at Alex Cora lying their in the dirt just a cryin' ..pauve ti bete.

We then paddled da pirogue way to that couillon Dominique Cormier's place...Dominique is a fils de putain, but he did know how to have a good time.

Boy did I wake up with the choux rouge....

At my apartment off of Brightside. My roommate and I had just returned from hauling arse to Corey's to get a spicy chicken sandwich. He smacked the ball and we both jumped off the couch with our hands raised and broke the ceiling fan. I will never forget that play.

I was 10 rows up from the LSU dugout with several friends. We spent the whole CWS in Omaha and saw all the LSU games. I didn't really see the ball go over the wall or see Warren round the bases because of all the absolute hysteria going on around me. Everyone was totally bonkers. All I remember saying was "Oh my God!" over and over when I realized that I had just witnessed my first LSU national championship at 42 years old. Just to show how wild it was, I wound up 2 rows from my seats after things settled down a little.
A couple of days after getting back home, my 11 year old daughter asked me what the dark marks on the back of my legs were from. I realized that we were sitting in the old section of Rosenblatt with the seats with metal arm rests. I must have bumped my legs on the seats and not even known it.

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How the hell do you walk out in that situation? I'd never forgive myself if I missed something like that because I gave up

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I was 11 and watching the game with my Dad at the lake house in North La. Everyone else was down at the dock having a good time, and Dad a I had stayed in watching the game, but at the same time regretting not being outside with everyone. When Lanier struck out, Dad got up to walk outside saying the game was over lets go enjoy the day. I begged him to watch the last at bat, reminding him of all the times he had preached "never over til its over". Right as he sat down the ball went sailing, and he stared at me stunned not only at the home run but that I had talked him into sticking it out.

I was in Alamosa, Colorado. The game went back and forth and I was so nervous I kept switching the tv on and off.

Lots of bad fans in this thread.

Just flew into Chicago with the wife. She punctured an ear drum on the flight and was "slightly" discomforted. We had a two hour drive into Michigan but I insisted that we stop in a bar to watch the game.

Ended up at Harry Cary's downtown, wife is miserable and I'm pleading with her to hang on...the game is almost over.

The game was on the smallest TV behind the bar and I'm the only one watching it. HR gets launched... I start screaming and jumping up and down. The only other person to celebrate with is the wife and she manages to pull her hand away from her ear long enough for a couple of high fives.

She stills looks at me funny and listens to me with that one good ear when I talk about that game.

+++++1. #1 best story! Thanks for sharing. I missed most of the game b/c of wedding in H-town. Went to reception as quickly as possible (was one of 1st ones there) and went straight to TV to check out the game. Morris was batting and 1 second later it's over! I was literally the only 1 there watching and had been there all of 2 minutes. Reception afterwards was AWESOME! Timing is everything....