Thursday should be interesting.
Those readers who have known me for an extensive amount of time know I used to play basketball. County Rec, but basketball nonetheless.
Those readers who are newer or whom have met me in the past few years are probably laughing hysterically by now.
I have found that many people who participated in a sport have a hard time watching it on TV. Ergo I can watch football because I did not play it. I can not watch basketball because I did.
I will be watching Thursday however.
There are few schools I hate more than LSU. We have a great rivalry with ‘Bama and with Florida, but it is LSU who holds a special place in my heart as a institution I wish to see smoked so severely on a scoreboard that they give their Tiger to the SPCA, and hitchike back home in the dead of night.
How many times have we played LSU in football for the SEC Championship only to have our dreams crushed by a bunch of boozing purple wearing heathens who can’t even speak proper Southern English?
Shall I name the years?
How about 2001? Final score LSU 31 Tennessee 20.
2007? LSU 21 Tennessee 14
Both of those years I was on assignment far from home. Both of those years I took the ribbing of those passer by’s as I stood decked in my Orange and White ready to see our boys rally to the end zone and silence the blasphemy that was being spoken in my ears by so-called friends who were of course rooting for LSU. Both times I was the sole Volunteer amidst the purple masses. It’s like being a orange dropped in to a bowl of grape jello.
Did I mention that my current boss is a LSU graduate? Those whom have seen my office space know that it is rarely without Orange and White in some definition.
LSU versus Tennessee. We have to win, dammit. Not just because it’s LSU but because Bruce and the boys have worked their kiesters off.
It ain’t football. But its all I have.