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Are you ready for some LSU football?

The drought of football in South Louisiana ends tonight with the pre-season of the Saints  so LSU football can’t be far behind.  I know you are as ready as I am to be back in Tiger Stadium.    I just sent in my renewal for Bengal Belles and have already set the shopping date to go get some new purple and gold gear (a necessity every year right?) The only thing I am not looking forward to is the temperature for the first game.  I laugh when hear people think of cooler weather with football; those people can’t be from SEC schools.

My biggest thrill of the summer was a tour of the LSU pre-game locker room. It still looks (and smells) brand new.  The players aren’t allowed back into that nice room once they have taken the field.

People have been asking me if we are going to blog again this fall.  I plan on it so tweet me if you want me to visit your tailgate or pre-season activities.  I would love to see you.

GEAUX Tigers! Yes I am ready for some football.

‘Twas the Night Before a Bowl Game


‘Twas the night before a bowl game,
And all through the South,
Not a Tiger fan was sleeping, neither man or spouse,
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care,
In the hopes that Fournette soon would be there,

The Tide was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Sugar Bowls danced in their heads,
And Chavis with his stache and Les with his hat,
Had settled down for an Irish bowl match,

When out in Michigan there arose such a clatter,
Alleva assured they would acquire no Mad Hatter,
Away to Dan Mullen, they flew like the snow,
Tore through the Harbaughs, and headed to Schiano,

The playoff committee has struggled we know,
As the  Big Ten beat out the Big 12 below,
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But lots of bowl games and 12 teams to fear,

The SEC Conference, so lively and quick,
We all knew they’d be led by Ole’ Coach Nick,
“The best conference!” is what we always hear,
Fans whistled and shouted and spilled all their beer,

“Now War Eagle! Now Gators!
Now Aggies, Now Hogs!
Now Gamecocks and Rebels!
Now Vols and Bull Dogs!
To the hills of Mizzou,
To the bayous of Bama,
Now sprint away, sprint away,
To Sweet Home Louisiana!”

As Delahoussaye’s kicks in Death Valley do fly,
When they meet with the whipping wind and sky,
So the Tigers will travel to the great Music City,
With a bag full of tricks that’ll hopefully end pretty,

And then, in a moment, I heard a man pass,
Pulling and tugging a small piece of grass,
As I turned my head and spun around,
Down the field came Les with a bound,

All dressed in sweats, from head to his sneaks,
His clothes were all tarnished with bright green turf streaks,
A clipboard he had placed tight on his hip,
and he gave his trusty windbreaker one final zip,

His eyes – how they twinkled!
His play calls, how scary!
His time management was rough,
his offense a bit hairy,

A root of grass he held tight in his teeth,
And his hat sat on his head like a tiny white wreath,
He had a broad face and loved local delis,
the whole country laughs when he plays on the telly,

He’s stubborn as heck, the hardheaded old elf,
And most fans claim they can coach better themselves,
A wink of his eye, and a clap of his hands,
Who knows what will happen to these poor Tiger fans.

He flubs lots of words, the syntax is wrong,
But ESPN loves him because ratings are strong.
And laying his hand on side of his hip,
He runs out the tunnel and tries not to trip.

He sprang to the sidelines, to his team gave a yell,
And away they all flew at the Tiger Band’s bell.
But, I heard him exclaim, as he started the night,
*“Geaux Tigers to all and watch out, we bite!”

*Because that’s definitely something he’d say.

The Stadium lit up before LSU took on Alabama.

Rush the Turkey, Pass the Potatoes, Crazy Uncle Lester’s Coming to Thanksgiving Dinner

To cap off what can only be described as a frustrating LSU season, Les Miles and our Tigers will be joining us for one of the most stressful family holidays — Thanksgiving. Out-of-town guests, bourbon, deep fried birds prepared by people who’ve consumed said bourbon, LSU football … what could possibly go wrong?

I am, of course, cautiously excited about the possibility of an epic rivalry between LSU and the Aggies on Thanksgiving night. Thanksgiving night could be when the Tigers rise up, triumphantly, to clobber Texas A&M like yams in need of a mashing. I’m also keenly aware that there is a strong possibility that I’ll spend most of the night throwing things and pacing in my parents’ backyard listening to the game while I curse. (One upside: my Dad’ll be out there, too. Family togetherness!)

Moving the final LSU game of the season to a Thanksgiving night game is sort of like changing your recipe for a beloved family pie. It’s different and in my family, we don’t do “different” for Thanksgiving dinner. Same pies, same turkey, same sides every year. We like it that way.

Truth is, different pie does not have to be bad pie … provided you don’t burn the crust. A loss on Thursday could leave a bitter taste in most fans’ mouths. A win, however? Well, a win would be the delicious dollop of sweetened whipped cream atop a smooth, perfectly spiced pie.

I don’t know if we will win on Thanksgiving night. I believe with all of my heart that a win is within our reach. And, until I’m proven wrong (and I hope I won’t be), I’m reveling in the things for which I can give thanks about this football season.

Clear skies before the Mississippi State game.

Clear skies before the Mississippi State game.

I’m thankful for good friends who invited me to LSU football games, even if it is possible that I was the Jinx this season. I’m thankful for beautiful sunsets seen from Death Valley, for watching the Golden Band from Tigerland play Pregame, for boudin balls eaten in parking lots. For gallivanting around campus with beers in my purse. For purple and gold shirts (and dresses, and shoes, and earrings and tunics). For chargrilled oysters fresh from Louisiana waters. For people who will watch a game with me even when I pace around in public like a madwoman. And curse. And act like a football game is a life or death scenario.

The sun sets before kickoff of LSU's win over Kentucky.

The sun sets before kickoff of LSU’s win over Kentucky.

I’m thankful for our players, who suit up every week and hold their heads high, no matter what we yell or tweet. I’m thankful for the coaches who see growth in them where we see inexperience. I’m thankful that I don’t have to make coaching decisions for our team, because I’m ill-suited to do so. I’m thankful that Leonard Fournette is only a freshman. I’m thankful that Les Miles is so focused that he admits he hasn’t bothered reading newspapers for the last month. And that he’s Les Miles. During the Alabama game, a Notre Dame fan sitting next to me who clearly had never seen LSU play said, “Wait, you guys go for it on Fourth Down? On the 20?” Why, yes, grasshopper. Welcome to us on Miles.

I’m thankful we beat Ole Miss. I will always be thankful for beating Ole Miss. It’s a good day when we beat Ole Miss.

I’m thankful for the LSU student section, even when it can’t be controlled by LSU’s administration (or perhaps because of it). Some of my best memories come from that corner of Death Valley and I love it, even when the students’ antics make me shake my head in disapproval. Yes, students can be a little stubborn and rough around the edges. (Aren’t most 20 year olds?) Hell, the students probably got tips for bull headedness from the King of Stubborn Tigers, Mike VI, who couldn’t be bothered to come to games this year, despite our collective protestations. I’m also thankful for Mike and for his caregivers, who responsibly let him decide if he wants to come to games, even when fans suggest that they should just “put a steak in his cage to lure him in.”

A bounty of boudin balls and oysters from Parrain's to take the edge off during LSU's season opener.

A bounty of boudin balls and oysters from Parrain’s to take the edge off during LSU’s season opener.

I’m thankful that our former players represent us well even after they are gone. With his miraculous catch, Odell Beckham, Jr. reminded everyone just what kind of football we play at LSU. And he’s not alone. Former LSU standouts have stayed busy on Sundays.

I’m thankful that I belong to a Fandom that has the luxury of being upset about four or five-loss seasons. And I’m thankful that we play in the toughest division in the toughest conference in the entire nation, despite with SEC-haters say. I’m glad we play the best each week, even if it means big postseason hopes can be dashed early in the season. LSU rarely has a dull season, though we might wish for them from time to time.

I’m thankful for rebuilding years, for young players, for growth, for the offseason.

And most of all, I’m thankful that we get to do it all again next year.

Have a great Thanksgiving week, enjoy the final regular season game, safe travels to all and Geaux Tigers.


So Swell, Odell!

One of the best parts of college sports is watching favorite players go on to achieve more after their time as Fighting Tigers.

Last night will definitely be one to remember in LSU (and possibly all of sports) history with Odell Beckham, Jr.’s gorgeous catch for the New York Giants.

Redefining nimble and skillful in a thousand beautiful ways, OBJ delicately balanced his whole world while in the air, fighting off gravity, mortal elements, and the other team’s block while still mastering the ball, you know, WITH ONE HAND.


See a frame-by-frame shot of the catch.

While this master o’ the pigskin did hail from Death Valley, Southerners aren’t the only ones taking notice of his feats on the field. “Odell Beckham Jr.” has been trending on Twitter for nearly 24 hours, and clever memes showing  were quickly posted following the play.

Refs’ call or not, and win or lose for NY, OBJ’s adept interception was an absolute masterpiece. But as Les Miles said in a interview about last night’s big play, that catch was nothing new for anyone who’s ever been with or seen Beckham on the field.


In fact, the Mad Hatter gave fans even more to look forward to with this thought about Beckham, “He’s just getting started.”

See OBJ’s highlights from his time at LSU:

Keep it up Odell! We look forward to watching you and your fellow Tigers wow America for years to come.



Could one of these people be the Jinx?

A Bad Weekend for Louisiana Football: Could YOU be the jinx?

As we come off of a disappointing weekend for Louisiana football, with heartbreaking overtime losses by both our LSU Tigers and New Orleans Saints, it is natural to look for answers or to want to place blame on someone. The back-to-back defeats were tough to take in such a short time span – former LSU player T-Bob Hebert took to Twitter to declare that November 10 would be remembered as “Black Monday” for fans of both LSU and the Saints – and everyone wants to blame players or coaches or refs.

I’m not a football expert. I’m an LSU and Saints fan, which means I’m terribly optimistic, abundantly passionate, slightly melodramatic and ridiculously superstitious. And I’m telling you right now, both of your teams don’t lose in overtime in less than 24 hours without that being some sort of a sign from our great football overlords.

I know you’ve all been thinking it, but I’ll come out and say it — SOMEONE in our fandom has a Jinx.

Heartbreaking, right? To be the fan who jinxed our team? Unforgivable.

We must move quickly to contain the Jinx, lest it spread and cause more heartbreaking losses. And, so, I present to you a three step guide for un-jinxing our teams. Don’t laugh – you could be the Jinx. I could be the Jinx. We all could be the Jinx.

This is serious business.


It’s important to trace all of your steps from this weekend of football losses. Did you watch the game at a new location? Did you wear a new outfit? If you wore a previously worn shirt, has it ever been worn during a loss?

What about your game watching companions? Were they different this week? Did anyone seem to be bad luck? Was everyone full of energy? Were there new, potentially Jinx-ish folks at your tailgate? Did you eat something different? Change your brand of beer or bourbon?

Think critically here. Leave no stone unturned. Something as small as a new t-shirt could have sent our fandom spiraling into a state of chaos. If you can’t find the source of the Jinx in your Gameday activities, think back to earlier in the week. Did you accidentally wear the opposing team’s colors? (Les Miles would not be pleased.)


Hopefully your thorough investigation uncovered the source (or sources) of your Jinx. To reconcile with the fandom, there’s only one thing to do: BURN IT ALL.

Just kidding. You don’t have to set fire to buildings or your friends. That would be a crime and we don’t commit crimes in the name of the Fandom. You only need to burn the clothes you were wearing. (I’m not a maniac.)

Sure, you could just not wear the unlucky shirt, but what if its Jinx rubs off onto your lucky shirt? What if you accidentally put it on? What if someone else in your household accidentally wears it?

Death by fire is the only way to guarantee that unlucky clothes don’t spoil the rest of your wardrobe. You’ll thank me later.

Places are easier – just don’t watch the game at venues you’ve discovered are unlucky for you. And remember, one place could be lucky for one fan and jinxed for another. We don’t know why. It’s the mystery of fandom.

People are a little more complicated. “But I want to watch the football game with my husband,” you’ll say. “My grandma isn’t bad luck,” you’ll protest.

I’m not saying that your spouse or child or coworker is a bad person you should cut out of your life just because we didn’t beat Alabama while you were sitting next to them. I’m sure your friends and family are all lovely people. But if something in your football energy is incompatible with something in their football energy, you should stay away from them on Game Day.

Do it for the team!

We’re counting on you.


Now that you’ve removed yourself from areas of bad luck, surrounded yourself with people of compatible fervor and disposed of items of potential Jinx-ing, it’s time for the final, and most important, part of the De-Jinxing. You need to make a Grand Gesture of Fandom to let all who doubt know that you love your team(s). It’s time to mobilize, to rally, to spring into action.

You could sacrifice the opposing team’s mascot to the Football Overlords, but this weekend that would be tricky. A razorback is really just a wild pig, so a cochon de lait covers you for LSU vs. Arkansas. But the Saints play a team with a Tiger mascot, and no one’s holding a Mike the Tiger de lait. (See above, re: crime.)

Light some good luck candles, hang up a new flag, put on a gumbo, paint your entire body, drive to Arkansas to scream as loudly as you can in person, change your ringtone to “Hey Fighting Tiger,” make your profile picture you celebrating a big win, send the players tweets of support, get a fleur de lis tattoo, only wear purple/gold/black for the rest of the week, listen to “All I Do Is Win” on repeat, attend daily Mass (whether you are Catholic or not), eat only pig-related products, go to the Les Miles Radio show with signs of encouragement, go see the Golden Band from Tigerland at Tigerama, make a Saints Game Day costume, get into a good jog while listening to “Eye of the Tiger,” channel your inner Drew Brees and “Finish Strong” all week, channel your inner Rob Ryan and eat a poboy while letting your hair flow free, channel your inner Les Miles by ignoring all timepieces.

Whatever it takes.

Do something to let your love of our team shine through all that you do so that those who doubt will know that you are a fan, forever and always, of our beloved LSU Tigers and New Orleans Saints.

We have until the weekend to rid our fandom of the Jinx.

Let’s do this.

How To Properly Grieve After a Bama Loss


Look, I’m the first person to start the petition for Louisiana residents to have a day off from work.  We need time to grieve, and a #WhoDat loss didn’t help either.

I don’t want to see you make a fool of yourself by making rash decisions.  So, I’ve put together a few rules or overall common sense suggestions for you to follow.

An example of a rash decision:


Have you not learned anything from Harvey Updyke?  Unless you have the ability to eloquently articulate play by plays, don’t call in.  I do not want to turn on SportsCenter to hear a Louisiana resident cursing Nick Saban.  DON’T GIVE INTO HIS TRICKERY.  He wants you to do this.

SUMMARY: If you call into a radio show making ridiculous proclamations you are making Nick Saban happy and as a general rule we do not make Nick Saban happy!


In the words of one of my personal heroes, Elle Woods, “Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t.” Exercise also helps you clear your mind.  If you’re like me, I am replaying that horrible OT in my mind, and if I don’t do SOMETHING I’m going to go crazy.


In the beginning of the season, I thought the “young team” thing was just a cover-up for a horrible season.  Y’all Saturday was a GREAT game.  We have a fantastic team.  Do you know how BEAST MODE we are going to be next year?



They are our only chance.  Let’s send the good juju to our SEC brethren.



We are resilient. We love our Tigers.  Be a true fan and the pain will soon go away, my friends.

Senior Pictures

Thank You Seniors!

Today is the last game for many to play in Tiger Stadium. The seniors will be honored twice this week – at the Bengal Belles luncheon on Friday and today inside the stadium.  Many have grand plans for their life after LSU football and they share their thoughts with us.

Seniors at Bengal Belles

Luke Boyd – Luke asks everyone to be “nice and loud.”  He says LSU has been an incredible experience that is hard to put into words.  After LSU he is headed back to the Marine Corps.

La’el Collins – La’el says staying at LSU for his senior year is still the right decision.  He wants to make the most out of life –  “do the right thing and good things will happen.”

Travis Davis – Says the key to getting ready for a game it to be prepared for the physical part of the job & spend time in the film room. After the bye week they are “Ready to take on someone else”

Jake Franklin – Says he has been an LSU fan since he got his first t-shirt in 7th grade.  His most memorable experience while here is the first time he experienced running out of the tunnel.  He is getting a Master’s degree and looking forward to the business world.

Kenny Hilliard – Kenny watched his uncle Dalton and knew he wanted to follow in his footsteps at LSU.  His comment on throwing the Ole Miss player – “he was in the way”.  After graduation he plans on starting a kids Foundation and getting involved with the community.

Jeff Lang – Jeff will graduate in Chemical Engineering. He says this has been a “dream come true” and has friendships for life.

Justin Maclin – Came to LSU when his Godfather was a coach so he feels at home. He has a birthday this week and says a win will be a great birthday present.  He plans to be LSU’s Athletic Director someday.

Terrance Magee – Terrance says he expected someone else to have the honor of wearing 18 this year and he hopes he represented the number well (he did in my opinion).  After football his dreams include working for the FBI and hunting and fishing.  (I doubt many fugitives will outrun Agent Magee!)  He says he appreciates Coach Moffit’s tough love when he first came to campus a little overweight; it helped him to became the player he is.

Ronald Martin – Coming from the small town of White Castle, he is making his community proud.  He enjoys taking the younger players under his wing and plans on coaching in the future.

Devante Meuillion – Devante makes his way to LSU from Seattle, WA; his Dad is from Opelousas he explains.  LSU teaches good life lessons and he plans on attending law school to put those into practice.

Connor Neighbors – Connor impresses many when he tells us he would have been the 6th family member to play for Bama had he selected to attend.  (His brother is on the current coaching staff so his parents have a big choice to make today.)  He wants the seniors to go out with a win in their last game in Tiger Stadium. He is getting his degree in business.

Myles O’Brien – Myles is getting a degree in Sports Administrations and plans on making his way down I-10 and getting a job with the Saints organization.   His best memory is also running out of the tunnel.

Elliott Porter – Porter’s plans include finishing his degree in business so he can become an entrepreneur.

Jermauria Rasco – Has big plans for this game; he wants to get to the QB early and often.  He comments that the noise in the last game was a big factor and wants the fans to do that again.  He says he does what he can and let’s God to the rest.

Tre Sullivan – Tre must be a popular man on campus; the other seniors say he is the biggest ladies man.  He says “people just like me.”  From Coach Moffitt he learned to do the hard things well and he will carry that with him the rest of his life.  His plans include to get his MBA then to return to his home town of Donaldsonville to build a community center so the kids there will have something to do off of the street.  (That drew lots of cheers.)

DJ Welter – I am sure DJ wants me to thank his Mom since he almost forgot her at the luncheon.  He asks the fans to offer as much noise this week as they did for Ole Miss; a “new level of loud”.   His future plans include the NFL and then business.

Seniors not in attendance at the luncheon are: Hoko Fanaika, Evan Washington, Chris Laborde, Quantavius Leslie, Logan Boudreaux & Logan Stokes.

Two former players returned to ask the seniors about their plans; Corey Webster and Joseph Addai are great people for these men to emulate. Joseph is in town to help out at Heritage Ranch because he wants to give back to Baton Rouge.

It was fun to hear about all of the seniors plans and I wish them all the best.  Thank you for your four years here in Baton Rouge.  Keep in touch.

CBT Roasted Pig

Who is in the Tailgate Tent Next Door? CBT

With no tailgates this week, I get to reminiscence about the wonderful tailgate I was asked to attend last week.  Eric Tweeted me that I needed to visit their tailgate and made sure I would come by telling me they were roasting a 100 lb pig with all the fixings!  (You had me at the pig roast.)

I found Eric with no problems because not only tweeted me the lot number but a picture of their tents.  They also have a nice sized banner that confirmed that I arrived at the correct place.

CBT BannerOnce I found the tailgate, I asked one of the ladies in the tent if she knew who Eric was.  She asked “He’s not in trouble is he?”  I assured her he was not and had invited me.  She immediately told me Eric was her son and pointed out where he was carving up a moist, steaming roasted pig.

Eric of LC CarvingEric welcomed me to the tailgate.  He called over Denis Simon another member of CBT and the one who originally discovered my tailgate series.  This group organized in the late 90s with 22 guys from LSU; they mostly knew each other from Lambda Chi.  Now they are spread apart from Houston to New Orleans.  They decided early on to stick with the number of guys they have so the taigate never got out of hand, they could stay family friendly (no dirty rap is played until the kids are gone) and they always invite anyone they wanted to come by the party.

CBT stands for Chest Box Tailgate; someone called an ice chest by that name once and the name stuck.  Each member contributes to the budget for the year and then the team decides the budget for each game.  (The budget for the Bama game is the largest.)  Three or four guys are in-charge of each game so there is only one tailgate you are working and the rest you are able to enjoy.  Three are no limits to fun, but there are no beer pong tables set up to keep the family atmosphere.

SpreadThe roasted pig was wonderful as was all of the dips and desserts that were spread out.  There was a large television set and lots of the guests were watching early football games.

Corndogs on the grill

Thanks to Eric for asking me to come enjoy some time with you at CBT.  I plan on coming for at least one game every year as long as you tell me when the pig roast is.

collage of the hog horizontal

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Know a Tailgate I need to visit? Tweet me like Eric did.




A Man + A Plan + A Band = LSU Superfans

“Ole Miss is number three and we’re like in the 20s which is WEIRD so obviously THAT needs to be fixed!”


Better Than Ezra jams in Baton Rouge for their traditional late October concert.

I knew I loved Better Than Ezra before the lead singer made that statement last night, but afterwards? I was swooning right there along with the rest of the crowd at L’auberge consisting of every gender and persuasion.

BTE’s love for LSU is well-known among these parts, including but not limited to their Louisiana origins and stories from The Chimes and Fred’s.

Last night, they told of the background of “This Time of Year,” which originated while on their way to play in Oxford before the LSU/Ole Miss game, and got stuck in Clinton outside of Jackson.

The words and lyrics came during that time, because, “Let’s face it, this time of year has a special feeling to it. Am I right?”

Um, obviously.


Better Than Ezra’s drummer easily accepted the lead singer’s challenge of a solo…on cowbells. NBD.

Along with Better Than Ezra’s many pro-BR/LSU and anti-Ole Miss comments during the concert was a strong rendition of the LSU fight song, which led the crowd to chant “T-I-G-E-R-S,” then, of course, “L-S-U!”

Throughout the event and before and after the encore, the lead singer encouraged everyone to cheer for the Tigers and reminded us all that this was just the pregame for LSU vs. Ole Miss Saturday and the Saints’ game Sunday.

So….even if I didn’t love them so hard…I think it’s safe to say these guys are true LSU Superfans.

Rebekah’s General Warning:
Much to the author’s chagrin, no special attention or tickets were given for this positive write-up about the band. However, BTE, it’s not too late. Tweet a sista.

WTF rv

Who is in the Tailgate Tent Nextdoor? “WTF”

We’re Tiger Fans!

Walking around campus and looking for fun tailgates is a hard job – but one I have sacrificed to take on this year.  (Hope you can read the sarcasm there; I am loving it.)

When I spotted a big wrapped RV with “WTF” proudly displayed I had to go ask their story.  Of course it means “We’re Tiger Fans!”  What did you think it meant?

WTFTrey Boudreaux told me most of them met because they are neighbors and kids are in schools together.  The invested in the RV because their wives said they would come tailgate more with them; the wives did’t come to every game this year.

They had a nice green space beside their parking space until last week; LSU was adding a few much needed parking spaces beside them.  The kids were tossing the ball on the grass behind the RV now.  They guys had a large cooler full of beverages and a table full of food.  They have been tailgating together since 2009.

I think they probably had the best time designing their wrap job.  Many of our Championships are listed.  They have picture of athletes, but all the names on the jerseys are the names of the 8 who are WTF.  In addition to Boudreaux there is Mistretta, Jene Plauche, Mark Emonet, Richard Tilley, Andy Gutowski, Neal Manuel and Keith LeBlanc.  (I hope I read my handwriting OK there guys, please excuse any typos.)

Thanks for letting me visit with you!  I suggest to anyone stopping by and letting them show off the RV to you as well.

RV names