That's the beginning of the LSU fight song, peeps.
It's on, bloggies!
LSU vs Texas A&M. Tonight.
This morning, I asked Blake when he'd be home and if he'd make it by kick off. He said he would not, but asked me if I'd DVR it and not pay attention to Facebook and wait for him to watch it when he got home.
He's so cute.
Bless his heart.
Not a chance in hell, honey.
Here's to hoping this man can pull some of that magic out of his mad hat and coach the Tigers to a victory.
Meow Meow is trash talking something fierce on Facebook. Something about dead dogs in the Texas A&M graveyard. They buried them to face the score board. Sweet baby Jesus, help her handle this tactfully. I have no control over what she writes.
Get in on the fun here.
I'd like to point out that this game is close to my heart. 4 of my siblings went to Texas A&M. Caroline and I (wise beyond our years) chose different paths. Mine, LSU. Hers, The University of North Texas. All 3 are excellent schools.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to brush up on the rules of football so I don't look like a total asshole tonight while cheering on my Tigers. This is one of the few days each year I must pretend I care about the sport. I forget in between these days.