Almost as soon as the National Championship game ended Monday night a strange thing happened.

The LSU fans seemed to disappear.

As the media bus inched its way down Poydras Street through the throng, the color was predominantly crimson.

And there was a strange phenomenon among some of those. They must have been blinded by the victory and couldn’t see the buses.

It was all men. Usually overweight, who strutted down the middle of the street yelling and pointing and gesturing.

Not one of them had played that night. Maybe never.

Yet, they acted like they had been an integral part of the game.

They weren’t, but they were still like weighty roosters and when the bus driver honked the horn they sometimes didn’t hear it.

Yes, some were probably intoxicated, like the one who finally reacted to the bus by swearing through the windshield at the driver, who dared steer his bus down the middle of the street.

When the bus edged by him he hit the bus. The bus didn’t feel a thing.

Later, in the hotel, a TV shot showed Bourbon Street and the announcer said it reminded her of Mardi Gras.

That SEC Mardi Gras had very little purple in the picture on night when crimson reigned and some men acted like idiots.

 

 

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