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Just got back home from the weekend in Baton Rouge. I feel like I need to be baptized in the Pearl River to wash the stain of being in the football hell known as Tiger Stadium for this game. It was like one of those Stephen King movies where all the zombie pagans come out at night in some type of mass satanic ritual.

I’m sure there are some okay people who went to LSU. But their fans are a bunch of inbred lunatics drunk on corn dog whiskey. I attended the game with my oldest daughter who lives near Baton Rouge. She’s an eternal optimist and Ole Miss grad who can find something good out of every situation. She said at one point during the second half “don’t be unhappy like a grouchy Papaw.” I told her I was most definitely unhappy. At another point she said “daddy, the girls (my granddaughters) like corn dogs. I reminded her “it’s one thing to LIKE corn dogs. It’s another thing to SMELL like corn dogs.“

I pondered in my mind why God punished me by having a daughter who went to Ole Miss, met my son-in-law at Ole Miss, now living just south of Red Stick Louisiana. He’s a chemical engineer in Baton Rouge and tomorrow will have to face the razzing of the LSU brigade at work. (Yes I’m proud of them both. They have given us three granddaughters and are good and loving parents)

There was the guy in front of me who looked like a younger Junior Samples wearing LSU tiger striped overalls. There was the gal behind me who knew and sang every word, replete with every profane lyric from the stuff they call music blaring over the P.A. system. There were those illuminated wristbands they passed out that a lot of their fans pelted the Ole Miss section with in the second half. They seemed to be targeting our cheerleaders. There’s something to be said for class, and their fans don’t have it.

I would like to see us win a game in Death Valley one more time before I enter through the goal posts of heaven. But winning there sort of feels like Republicans trying to win Pennsylvania. It feels oh-so-close only to have victory slip through your hands, with some shady antics like an obvious LSU fumble recovery being overturned by the officials in the fourth quarter.

Well, it’s another loss in that hell-hole called Tiger Stadium. We could and should have won the game. But from my vantage point, a big cause of their win and our loss was the deafening noise and atmosphere. I believe that rattled Dart. What they say about that place at night is true.

I’ll leave it to smarter football heads than me to dissect what went wrong on our team. But I’ll say this. I hated LSU before this game, and I’m freshly reminded why I hate them still.

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