There’s something jarring about the whole experience if you’re not familiar with the culture. With the colors, the people, the noises, the smells, all assaulting your senses from every direction. It can be overwhelming, or it can sort of feel like a dream.
This is true of any immersion into a foreign culture—or at least any culture worth immersing yourself in—and it’s definitely true of any trip to Louisiana, where you meet people you’ve only seen caricatured in movies, eat foods you didn’t know existed, and hear words that sound like French and English combined and then sent through a wood chipper, punctuated with a thick southern accent just to make good and certain that it’s all completely indecipherable.
But that’s Louisiana, and we’re talking about LSU football here. And instead of the acid trip you’d imagine of a trip to backwoods Louisiana, a weekend immersion into LSU football was more of a rational high. Still a completely foreign world, but it that wasn’t quite as insane as I’d pictured. It left me in awe, yeah, and it made me a little bit jealous, too. But mostly, it just made me want to come back to Baton Rouge for every fall Saturday for the rest of my life.
Out of breath and walking home with $30 worth of Rasing Canes chicken fingers, I explained to a friend, ‘It’s not even that it’s as crazy as I pictured it. It’s just… Why can’t I do this every weekend?’
Andrew Sharp for SB Nation on going to Baton Rouge for an LSU football game. (via cajunboy)
I WOULD LOVE SOME CANE’S RIGHT NOWWWW








