Coutdown until LSU kicksoff against Appalachian State:

Twenty four days before Christmas, in a state in the south, Les Miles was pissed as he opened his mouth.
“Miles to Michigan,” was reported as fact. To which Miles responded, “Herbie you don’t know jack!”

The Tigers had suffered a gut wrenching loss, At the hands of McFadden and the rest of the hogs.
And Bo in his sweatshirt, and Miles in his Hat. Were determined to prove they were better than that!

When the Tennessee Vols ran out on the field, There were ruckus applause from the mentally ill.
Still in the locker room, Les told his team, “This season ain’t over. We still have a dream.”

The hurt throwing arm of QB Matt Flynn  meant Ryan was the man they put their faith in.
Then the fans all heard, what Les said in the Dome. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I’m happy. I’m Home!”

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It’s a shame that the concept of “Gentleman” is a lost art. However, today, I will try and exemplify this thought and congratulate the Wildcats of Kentucky for their defeat of my beloved L.S.U. Tigers. They outplayed us, out-thought our coaches and showed the enthusiasm that Tigers have displayed in the past. I’m not going to pout or lay blame. I take thy lumps as a Gentleman and will drown my sorrows until the eve of the morrow, Sunday, when thy Titans of Tennessee take the field of battle and redeem thy residence of O’middle Tennessee and redeem the house of Gallent.

Forgive my rant and pretend you’re reading this in the tongue of our Nation’s former rulers - the English. “Laissez les bon temps rouler!” And, roll with this topsy turvy season, we shall.

Here’s a question: who would you choose in a fight? A) A Tiger. B) A Chicken?

The “Ol’ Ball Coach” comes to Baton Rouge on Saturday afternoon, guess who will be there! Check back for reports and a post-trip recap.

It’s much like rock-paper-scissors … a bengal tiger roar beats a cock-a-doodle-doo any day of the week!

Ever since I heard this book was coming out, I could not wait to get my hands on it and see what John Ed Bradley had to say. I’m from Louisiana and there are two universal truths about being from that state. One, you are going to be sociable and interesting. Two, the state revolves around L.S.U. - especially L.S.U. football.

John Ed was a center for the Tigers when I was in grade school. While, I don’t remember him as a player, I vividly remember his peers. They were all folk heroes, legends and celebrities in a compartmentalized culture that reveled in their being. John Ed talks about his childhood in Louisiana in much the same way mine existed - we all pretended to be Tigers in our backyards, schoolyards and pee-wee football teams. To be an L.S.U. football player represented an epic accomplishment to kids growing up there. I’m quite sure it’s the same in many of the different cultures across the country.

This book has needed to be written for a long time. But it could not have been written by anyone other that someone like John Ed who had been there and and experienced that life in that limelight. John Ed has put to words what so many who have played a game and have been successful at that game feel. I would expand that to include anyone who has been accomplished at anything - be it business, personal, sports or anything else.

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