The predicted pasting of “The” Ohio State by Louisiana State University this past January 3rd was routine and uneventful, except for the memories it stirred within me of my last brush with Tiger Nation on championship night.

“Why Aren’t You Watchin’ the Game, Boy?”, presented in full, tells the tale of that evening, where I learned a number of valuable life lessons, including:

  • Never stop in Shreveport at night,
  • Gas station receipts are never that necessary, and
  • Never ogle anyone’s breasts — especially when they’re capable of hiding your body where it will never be found

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Responses to “Why Aren’t You Watchin’ the Game, Boy?”

Jenny 
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Love it. I could practically smell the hot dogs roasting in their own sweat.

AB 
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I can’t get over how the idea of NOT watching a football game (like the SuperBowl) ignites such suspicion in this world in general…and this state, in particular. Someone called our house yesterday wanting to speak about business to my husband. Because it was Sunday (the one day off he really takes) I suggested that Monday would be a better day to conduct business. AT that point I was asked if he would be watching the Super Bowl later on. When I said “no”, there was a pause. And then the guy acted as though watching football might be the only acceptable reason not to conduct business. Amazing.

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