You know you're addicted to LSU when....

You get married in a purple tux while the wife also wears purple.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen wear gold.

 

you and your friend go to your best friends wedding in pittsburgh. stay up until 3:30 am and catch a cab to the airport. Change flights twice and then rent a car and drive 40 minutes to balcksburg and watch tigers on opening day. have to leave in 3rd quarter because forgot about time zones when scheduling flights. drive 40 minutes back to the airport and catch 2 flights back to new orleans.

 

-When you buy season tickets for football but live 1,800 miles, and a whole time zone away.

-When you check lsusports.net, and tigerforums.com SO much at work that your boss calls a meeting specifically with you in mind to say that they will no longer tolerate surfing the web at work.

 

You tell your 3 and 5 year old little boys to stop acting like babies because they dont wear their LSU jerseys to school every Friday and then wear them again on game day, because you think its good luck.

BIG UP!

 

Those guys are really good. My CPA is in Houston and he even includes document shredding on his itemized bill.

 

You have already booked your hotels in Atlanta and Miami for next season-- just in case!

 

If you've gone to Starkeville to watch the Tigers play.

Scheduale every baseball away game off so you can travel the SEC.

Cry when you think about never sitting in the student section again.

Missed your sister's wedding to go to the Ole Miss game.

Brag to Harvard, Cornell, Yale, Michiigan, and Penn State students that you go to LSU at a job interview. Then proceed ot chant Tiger Bait at them.

When an interviewer for a big 4 accounting firm tells you he went to USC you reply "Oh I'm sorry about that."

When you run off 200 copies of the LSU logo and cover your florida grad senior's cubicle with them.

 

If you would much rather have a daughter in a whore house than a son at Ole Miss

 

You give up crack so you can afford to upgrade your season tickets

 

- if you are rear-ended on the way to the baseball game, and you're more concerned with what the score is rather than your smashed up car. You call the police- get the report, exchange information, and then speed to the game, making it there in time for the 3rd inning.

...it happened to me on Saturday
:lsup: :tigerbase :lsup: