LSU Game Day As Told By A Super Senior

Jacqueline Davis LSU • September 29, 2017

The Black Sheep @LSU

It’s Game Day and all of the gods (and your parents, of course) have bestowed the gift of one last football season upon you and your weary, fifth-year self. It’s the last year of our lives where it’s still “cute” to be jobless and broke whilst sloshed before noon. And while we’re oh, so blessed to still be here sharing the love of football and beer with all the 18-21 year olds, we’re on our last leg and will most definitely go out with a bang.

9 a.m. on a Saturday:You are violently awoken by Aminé and your Junior-friends screaming “Game Day!!!” over and over. They’re already wasted; dressed head to toe in something like a purple and gold Grateful Dead crop top and cowboy boots.

No shit, you angrily scream internally, and wish death upon your active, much younger friends, your entire body feeling like you may have or may not have been hit by your Lyft driver last night but there’s just no way of knowing.

Noon:You roll up to the parade grounds three shower beers deep and much later than everyone else because you know by now that nothing good happens before 12 p.m. You start off at the designated fifth year tailgate where you exchange chill, adult chatter on light topics like Russia followed by even chiller drinking games. So naturally, you being in your pre-quarter life crisis state of life, stumble upon some Freshman tailgate where uncomfortably attractive teens offer you Jell-O shots and awaken something deep inside of you.Oh my God, they’re closer to age 12 than they are to 30.“Hey, what high school did you go to?”Whatever, I’m still in college. We’re basically the same age.

8 p.m.:You’re at Fred’s and are in need of a nap but you’re sucked into the black hole that is game day traffic, therefore cannot leave.$50 for a Lyft isn’t that bad, not for game day, right??You end up staying; whip out your strapped down flask(s) and napkin-wrapped Canes strips from today’s tailgate and suck it up.

Midnight:After taking a quick, 20 minute power nap in the bathroom stall, you buy a round of car bombs for some LSU dads and bond over your shared patron-ism for this historic bar and all of her glory.

12:30 a.m.: You end up puking on one of the dads and do end up ordering that $50 Lyft home. In bed and passed out by 1, you’re proud of yourself for once again, killin’ it on your victory lap on out of this place, and can’t wait to do it all over again next weekend.

Being a super senior has few perks, but being able to have more gamedays in Baton Rouge is certainly one of them.