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Damn. I forgot about that. We were all singing the anthem and the planes came on the screen. I kept looking around wondering where they were, then a 5-10 seconds after the anthem. Here they came.
I’m just guessing, but those looked liked some sort of old fighter planes, not the fighter jets that usually cruise over. I wonder if those fighter jets are able to speed up rapidly at a signal from us so they pass over at the right moment while those old planes just don’t have an extra gear?

Someone mentioned heading the wrong direction and they are correct. Driving away from New Orleans for a couple of miles is the quickest way to the interstate. I park right by the corner you described in your post. I’ve had season tickets for 8 years. For 5 of those years I parked by the baseball stadium and got stuck in contraflow for an hour or more. I have a prosthetic leg, so taking advantage of free parking using my handicap placard seemed like a no brainer. I was wrong.
Now I park near chimes and Nicholson and drive away from the hotel I always stay at but I get there in a quarter of the time that I did for those first 5 years.

Cecil the diesel was amazing while he lasted. One of the most explosive backs we ever had and yes I’ve been watching for a long time. Good lord he ran hard. Of course he doesn’t belong in the top 50 for Mr Rushmore. But he had the potential if hadn’t of gotten injured. He was thunder and lightning.
Go back and watch his brief highlights. He was unstoppable. Seems like he ran for a TD missing a shoe one time
Well, know I guess I need to turn on YouTube before i pack up and make the drive to Baton Rouge.

I went to private school through 8th grade, then because of the oil crash in the 80’s I ended up in public high school with no magnet program yet.
High school was easy. I clearly remember being assigned a book in English 3 that I read in 8th grade and laughing about it to my friends.
There are some good public high schools in Shreveport but only if you get in the magnet program.

Reminds me of the 70’s. My Mom regularly left me to babysit my little brother and sister while she ran in to the grocery store year around!
Rolled the windows down or up depending on the outside temperature and told me I would regret it if I got out of the car.
I found out the hard way that she meant it. Back when parents didn’t play and no one said shite when a kid got a tune up.

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I sobered up in 2015, had season tickets for 2019. Went to the most games I’ve ever attended that year. Just sheer coincidence, obviously I had no idea we were going to be that good. and I was having a really good year at work. So i could afford the travel. My son and I started out by going to famous comeback bowl game in Glendale Arizona. Then we Went to all the home games except for one of the rent a wins. Gave those tickets to my brother. Went to Texas, Bama (maybe the best game I ever attended) sec championship, playoff game against Oklahoma and the National Championship.
What a ride!!!
I used to think I didn’t remember games because I was so drunk and maybe that was true at the time. Now I guess it’s just old age. My son will start talking about the games on the ride home and he can give me a basic play by play of the entire game.
Im lucky to remember 5-10 big plays and the final score.

Well, I set my PR for downvotes. Kind of expected my post wouldn’t go over well.
I believe that most of us on here are working men.
I was always a go getter. I started Roofing when I was 18, I Bought a truck and trailer and became a roofing subcontractor by the time I was 23.
Anyway Ive tried to put myself in the shoes of a young Hispanic man. I’ve been there on vacation and seen the adobe houses with no windows or doors. Small dirty children playing outside late at night, living in abject poverty.
Experiencing true hunger.
If I grew up like that and heard that I could walk a few days through the desert to a land of prosperity. I would have been at the front of the line and many of you would too.
Can we really blame them for trying?

On a side note, one of the most conscientious employees I’ve ever had is from Honduras. His name is Pilo. He installs metal roofs and Tpo flat roofs me. His work is the best I’ve ever seen.
I was teasing him one day because my 12 year old son was bigger than him. He smiled and pointed at my son and said mucho eat, mucho food and made a hand to mouth gesture. Then he said when I’m little, holding his hand down low, no food, no eat.
They are here out of their basic instinct to survive.

My buddy and I used to buy student tickets from students outside the stadium. We usually paid $5. Paid $10 a couple of times. We would drive down from Shreveport and just look for students holding up tickets. This is 94-96 so they were still all paper tickets. When you entered they did check your student ID.
Fortunately an LSU-S student ID was enough for them.
Good times, we took turns getting hammered. One of us would stay mostly sober to drive and babysit the other one. It seems like we always drove back after the game. The idea of a hotel was too much for a couple of poor college kids. He cut grass and I worked construction to get through college.

Just checked the NWS forecast. 10 days of 100 plus are in store for the Shreveport area. Bookended by several 99’s. It’s gonna be our hottest and driest stretch of the year. I sure wish my sons school had an indoor practice facility. Football practice is going to be 6:30-8:30 because of the heat rules.
Funny how times change, I played a little football in the 80’s. Seems like we practiced every afternoon during the summer and directly after school everyday. Hell, in Jr High we didn’t have a water cooler. When the coaches said water break, we raced to a faucet that stuck out of the side of the building.
Pushed and shoved and fought our way to gulp as much as we could then went back to the field.
Of course, the school didn’t have A/C. So our bodies were acclimated differently than kids today.
And school didn’t start until September. Crazy that they start August 11th now.