John Ed Bradley interview about USC

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Bradley is a world class douche bag

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His own autobiography shows that.

It was still a good read.

What did you think, it’s a guy with 2 first names

And of course the dumbasses come out of the woodwork who hate that JEB’s book was a book of substance meant for mature readers and not just a rah-rah-let’s-go LSU football book.

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The impression I got was that he has chronic depression and the book was his way of trying to deal with it

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That’s exactly what it was. My dad played ball with John Ed and said that after his time at LSU, he had essentially turned into a hermit living at his parents and was dealing with some bad depression. Their families were still in Opelousas and were really close and my dad would visit him but he was just in a really bad spot. My mom knew him too and said the same thing.

And I agree with the guy above. Most of the people bitching in here are just upset that it wasn’t a book solely focused on LSU football. This wasn’t a read for the low hanging fruit we have here.

Mine too, good read.

It was a dive into his personal experience and shows everyone takes in things differently no matter what we think it should be.

Used to hang with JEB’s nephew in college. He was/is a good dude too.

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Bradley is a world class douche bag


His own autobiography shows that.

It was still a good read.

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I think in his book he kinda admits to being a douche and calls himself out for running from something in his life that was so great.

When he meets up with the old coon-arse who he played with and he talks about running out of that tunnel - Bradley finally realizes this and I thought it was a honest but touching moment.

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The hate he's getting here is wild.

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I don't know if it's hate but that was a pretty bad read, he comes across as a whiny d-bag, I knew him very casually at LSU but wasn't aware of his mental issues, but with football players, they're always a little off kilter

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I have been to the most memorable games in Tiger stadium since I was 8 years old; to this day there has never been its equal! And I am not alone!


This…I was there…nothing has come close…

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“Nothing I’ve ever experienced compares to it,”
he says. “That first time I ran out with the team as a freshman—out
into Tiger Stadium? God, I was 15 feet off the ground and covered with
frissons. You know what frissons are? They’re goose bumps. It’s the
French word for goose bumps.” He lowers his head, and tears fill his
eyes and run down his face. He weeps as I have wept, at the memory
of how beautiful it all was. “It was the biggest high you could have,”
he says. “No drugs could match it. The way it felt to run out there with
the crowd yelling for you. I wish every kid could experience that.”
“If every kid could,” I say, “then it wouldn’t be what it is. It’s because
so few ever get there that it has such power.”