“I think that we need to all take a deep breath and relax. This is college students acting like college students on both sides. I don’t buy into the word ‘victim’ at all.”-- Lewis Unglesby
For the record -- though I am loathe to admit it nowadays -- I am an LSU graduate.
You know, F*** Bed Check and Let's Go Get in a Bar Fight U.
I also will admit to spending my share of time in barrooms while an undergraduate -- and the drinking age was 18 back then.
And I want you to know that I am officially pissed off -- but good -- at Lewis Unglesby's lame-ass defense of the guy who may be trading in No. 9 for a much longer set of digits and a starring role in The Longest Yard 3.
It's the defense of low expectations . . . of "but everybody's doing it, Ma!" It's the same kind of non-existent expectations that historically has made my alma mater a nationwide academic also-ran and has made my home state a nationwide embarrassment.
EVERYBODY gets in bar fights and (allegedly) curb-stomps some guy.
Nobody invests in higher education -- that's for eggheads. Harvard and Stanford are just jealous of our football team.
Everybody in government's a crook. But at least ours are more entertaining, you stick-in-the-mud Yankee sissies.
Help! I've fallen and I can't get up! Give me some money, America!
As one scholarly former LSU football coach once observed in the heat of battle, "F*** that s***!"
AS I NOTED, I spent more than my fair share of time at Murphy's, the Bayou, the Cotton Club, the Spanish Moon and God knows where else. Oh, the Tiger Lair in the LSU Union . . . can't forget that Friday-afternoon favorite. (And yes, LSU had an on-campus watering hole back in the day. I'll bet you're so shocked.)
Likewise, I will stipulate that I am well familiar with jocularity, falling on my ass, puking in the bushes on the Quadrangle and bed spins. I hate bed spins.
Despite my best attempts at undergrad alcoholism and bar-hopping, however, not once did I ever engage in a bar fight. And any head I may have kicked probably was the result of drunkenly stumbling over a passed-out classmate.
I don't know. Maybe I just never got the hang of college, or of "acting like college students."
Then again, maybe counselor Unglesby is either full of crap or knows his potential jurors all too well. Probably both.