Guess who won this game last Saturday night at Death Valley in Baton Rouge? The hatted one who is smirking and eats the playing field grass during the game that's who. If looks could kill, right?
Les Miles, the one on the right, "Coach Embattled?", of 8-1 #5 in the country LSU Tigers is giving the stare down to the disgusted and vanquished self proclaimed great one of Alabama, Coach Nick Saban, at games end. Just two Ohio kids kicking each other ass for four hair-raising quarters in front of 90,000 moonshined screaming cajuns including me and my Walter homies. Les and the Tigers won. Nick and the Crimson Tide lost. That's life. So great. You see, I'm a closet cajun...my great grandpappy on my mother's side was a Hebert. :~} Thank God the Tigers won that game or those cajuns would have torched the stadium like Ole Tecummy Sherman's march to the sea through Atlanta.
You may ask yourself why is Coach Miles "embattled" or under duress with an 8-1 record, second only to unbeaten #2 in the country Auburn in the toughest football conference on the planet. The demanding faithful say his clock management is about as skilled as Gomer Pyle stringing a noun with a verb. Frankly, "f" the clock management condemnation, that's like saying Angelina Jolie doesn't look good today because she has a pimple on her neck. Get a bandaid. And all is good. Same with Les. His style may be unorthodox, frenetic and clueless at times but the guy wins football games against real opponents, no Utah States down here in one of the most demanding arenas in college football.
And isn't winning football games what it's all about. For crissakes cajuns, Les has a .784 winning record, one national championship in 2007, and four bowl wins in 6 seasons. What more can this guy do for the Bayou State to gain the fans love, discover a cure for cancer? And a misshapen guy with bad teeth behind me in the stands unsolicitedly said that Les is heading to Colorado next season because he can't coach and John Gruden will be the next Coach for LSU...blah...blah...blah. Sitting next to him quietly was his suffering in silence wife, probably thinking I wish this jackass husband of mine would go anywhere but home with me.
So the game and the finish on the field was magical. Our team won. Les munched on another handful of grass. Saban and the Tide quickly vanished from the field. After the game, the fans resumed partying in the largest and wettest weekend tailgate community in the world. Upon leaving the stadium, the guy behind me in the stands was right behind me again muttering "Miles was lucky." I looked at his forlorn wife and she mouthed to me "please, take me home." No thanks. I had a responsiblity to revisit Calvin and his crew back at the party central motor home for act two of LSU maniacal celebration.
As General MacArthur told people of the Philippines in 1942, "I shall return." Indeed , I will return to LSU and other SEC sites. For life in the deep south is just too much fun to pass up...especially their football. By the way, their women aren't bad lookin' either. Too bad I'm happily married!!! Oh well.
Put this on your bucket list.
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