LSU Overload

First, the important news. We heard from Joshua. We had spoken with him last evening and, while he was nervous at first, he felt better when he saw one of the guys he met at MEPS. He opted to stay at the hotel while all the other recruits hit Bourbon Street in New Orleans. I was very proud of his unpopular choice. Hurray for you, Josh!


He called tonight and, although I didn't get to talk to him, Brooke relayed the message. It went something like this: "Heyitsmedonthavemuchtimeiloveyoualliarrivedsafelycallyounextweekgottagobye" and lasted all of about 10 seconds. But it was better than nothing.




We live in an area saturated with LSU fans. During football season, people have little purple and gold flags on their cars, tiger tails on their bumpers, pay for special personalized LSU license plates. Then there is LSU basketball in the winter and LSU baseball in the spring and summer. It's never ending.





Not being sports fans, Steve and I really don't understand all this madness. People schedule WEDDINGS around games. Pay astronomical prices for tickets. Fly all around the country to see every game. Get to the games six hours early just to BE THERE. These fans are NUTS!


Some people go so far as to paint their houses LSU purple. These flowers are our LSU fan neighbors. LSU colored flower beds are a common site in this part of the country.