Sincere Words for My LSU Friends Before Tomorrow's Game

These trolls have you people walking around like you have nuts the size of Volkswagens, chest pumped out like Popeye, slack-jawed drooling Cajun chins in the air like you don’t know you’re in for a game tomorrow.

Well, you are.

Your offense has been limp for decades, and now you feel like a stud because you got a Viagra prescription.

No, youngin, you’re not a stud.

You’re weak.

You get pushed around.

You can’t win the line of scrimmage.

Here’s a question. Year after year after year after year all offense no defense squads have lost to defensive teams in every single game that mattered. What genius gave you people the idea that copying that same failure of a formula would lead to a different result?

This isn’t the Big XII. Weak arse, pretty-boy football works until you get punched in the mouth, and that’s what coming tomorrow.

So for all of the collective shite talkers and check writers, I'll sum this up with a quote from a little known Georgia philosopher.

frick what you say.

Ain’t no more playing in GA.

We Ready.