Naw, not me. I'm no big baby when it comes to LSU beating the Longhorns in the Elite Eight.
My mamma was an LSU Tiger and some of my earliest memories are of looking at the Tiger (Mike, right?) in the tiger cage on LSU's campus when we were visiting relatives in Baton Rouge. I guess there's a smidgeon of purple and gold in my blood from way back.
Louisiana needs some good things to happen and it sounds like those guys have been through a lot together.
So now that they've eliminated my Longhorns I can say without hesitation or reservation —
GO TIGERS!
ETA: Oh my gosh — George Mason is in the Final Four?!? And I've already sworn my allegiance to LSU? I love Cinderella stories!
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My favorite two teams are always Texas A&M and “whoever is playing t.u.”
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Loser.
Witty riposte!
Meanwhile, some of my best friends are longhorns. I just don’t like them very much.
It’s nothing personal– just a little run-of-the-mill ceaseless seething hatred. No big whoop.
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fightin farmer B
You don’t like some of your best friends? Or you don’t like Longhorns?
I like Aggies fine. Have a lot of friends who are Aggies.
(I think it’s a cult.)
Heh.
“You don’t like some of your best friends? Or you don’t like Longhorns?”
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That’s okay. I realize that hating Longhorns gives Aggies a reason to live.
Longhorns have better reasons to live.
Like, being Longhorns.
Pish posh.
A day without hatred is like a day without gravel.
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