I dropped by so you didn't have to, then came home for a comfortable seat by the TV.
Beer, barbecue and chips and dip predominated.
And red T-shirts. Some purple-and-gold clad LSU fans mingled with Hog friends. No hostilities were noted on our watch. Thinking back to ancient days, when they sold mums with little gold footballs attached and felt pennants to wave, I wondered: Do any women wear skirts to football games anymore? Do any men wear coats and ties? Not complaining. Just wondering.
True love: Making a Hog-shaped birthday cake for someone's 50th birthday.
Best accessory: A pickup-mounted wooden deck (sorry, no photo) that lifted spectators up 10 feet or so for a vantage point over the sprawling golf course crowd.
Moment most wanted to be young again: Watching kids toss a football around on the 18th tee.
Team spirit: See the jump for a choice T-shirt.
You can't make out the lettering on the sign carried by the young man below. It says: "Never been to a Hog game. Please sell me a ticket." I'm not sure if the sympathy ploy worked. Tickets were on offer, though not in abundance. Prices 90 minutes before game time ranged between $175 and $200. One pickup truck bore a sign that said: "Two Cokes, $16,000. Includes 16 game tickets."
Geaux Hogs.
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