Isn't Wally's little brother, Nicholas, on the team. LOL about pon teef, actually my maw maw pronounces it pawn teef. That was her grandmother's maiden name.
OK, I'll play my "why I believe card" now. In 1989 I actually was one of the 125 or so LSU fans to venture to the regionals at a$m. After South Alabama beat us opening night, I was ready to pack the car and head east (great band, by the way). My traveling compadres vetoed the idea and I was stuck. The idea of listening to the fans of #1 and unbeatable aggies was too much for this native Texan. Every game I walked from the hotel across that boring campus in the cool 100 degrees of late May. After LSU won a couple of games, the aggies were pulling for us because they wanted to avenge our football whippings on the diamond. And that Sunday they got their wish. Ben McDonard threw a great game and the Tigers blew out the farmers 13-4 seeting up the championship that night. I was still ready to leave, be back home by the end of the game. Nope, my friends would not leave. Game 2, the championship, a$m jumps all over suddenly mortal star Russ Springer and has a 4-1 lead early. Their crowd smells (fact) blood (metaphor) and acts accordingly. McDonald's mother, knowing I wanted to leave four days before asks why I'm still there. I blurt "I now believe". LSU scores. One more, then another. Poof, extra innings. 11th, Skip puts up little used Pat Garritey(sp). Smash, Scott Snidewind (sp) scores (giving a hook 'em horns sign as he crosses the plate), the Good Guys are up. Pat G. makes a killer play at third to end the game and LSU moves to Omaha. I no longer want to head home after one LSU baseball loss. I've seen it in tougher situations than this. I believe.
I was there too. Actually, LSU beat UNLV in the opener of that regional before losing to South Alabama on Friday night. That UNLV game was memorable because the Runnin' Rebs shelled Ben McDonald on a windy day. I was sitting in a near empty Olsen Field in front of a bunch of A&M students who had skipped class just to come down and heckle Ben. The final score was something like 13-11 LSU, w/ Curt Leskanic picking up his then-LSU record 15th win of the season in relief of Big Ben.
That's right because Brockhoft's son was coaching BYU (?) and the LSU folks were needling him! I probably know you, every LSU fan pulled together during that weekend. That was one time Omaha was anti-climatic!
