If you’re not in Baton Rouge, tune in to the broadcast. Pour yourself an Abita, or at least a soda. Turn up the volume so you can hear the announcer’s voice crack when something incredible happens. And talk back to your TV—I promise, the players can sense it. They have cosmic vibes like that.
Also, keep an eye on the bullpen. The relievers are always doing something weird, like playing catch with one hand or practicing their Landon Donovan celebration. It’s the little moments that make you fall in love with this sport.
The final inning (well, not literally)
So, as you read this, LSU baseball is playing today. The first pitch has been thrown, or it’s about to be. And I’m sitting here, talking to you like we’re old friends, because in a way, we are. We both know what it means to feel that lump in your throat when a ball sails over the fence. We both know that baseball, especially LSU baseball, is a soundtrack to spring.
Go ahead, check your phone for updates. I’ll wait. See? They’re already doing something unforgettable. And if they’re not? Well, there’s always tomorrow. But today? Today, it’s on. Geaux Tigers.
