Dem (them) Tigers from Elleshyew (LSU) rowed dere (their) pirot (pee-row) cross dat (that) bayou ova by (to) Omaha, Nebraska, sporting their finest purple and gold, for the NCAA World Series.
We were excited to spend Father's Day as a family at my parents house, lookin at our Beloved Bayou Bengels (term of endearment for our team) on da television (watch on tv.) Claire is so lucky to be initiated into the LSU watching parties at such an early age.
"I LOVE DRESSING UP WITH MY TINI FOR THE GAMES!"
We started off the game strong, with two powerful home runs, but then we just seemed to lose all of our juice. This right about the time Claire started yelling at the tv. She is definitely a true Stanga, and a true LSU fan."WHAT THE HELL ARE GUYS DOING? YOU'RE LOSING YOUR LEAD. GETCHUR SHIT TOGETHER!"
Towards the 8th inning, it looked like we were able to make a come back. We had given them a break to fire their asses back up with some hot hot gumbo - and they were coming back for revenge. We totally had an opportunity to come back and win, if it weren't for a certain 1st base umpire."SERIOUSLY, UMP? ARE YOU BLIND? LANDRY WAS TOTALLY SAFE! THAT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT IN MY MOUTH...LITERALLY!"
We ended up losing the game, but we still have another shot. But all that excitement is bound to make a lil baby tired. It's time for Claire to go make dodo (doe-doe.) That doesn't mean make doo-doo, but it means to go to sleep - you know, in Cajun."G'NITE FOLKS. SEE YOU FOR THE NEXT GAME - MY CRIB - BRING YOUR OWN BOTTLES!"
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