ASPEN The festivities, I reckon, began Sunday evening when I tossed a whole chicken into our shiny stockpot. That marked the genesis of my jambalaya, a south Louisiana dish made famous by that Hank Williams number. The jambalaya, metaphorically speaking, would be as close as I could get to New Orleans, the host city for the national title game pitting LSUagainst Ohio State. If I had my druthers, I would have been in the Big Easy for the Big Night, but life isnt always that simple, and our cable was working.The roads were too bad to even drive to Denver where some old friends were throwing an LSU party. Instead, I settled for watching the title game in this rugged mountain town that is Aspen, with a diverse collection of guests who wouldnt know Billy Cannon if he ran over them, and a patient wife who now gets her husband back for the next nine months. Gone are those Aspen days when LSU fans were many, at least in my so-called circle. (I do look forward to meeting Tiger fan Cellular Sue one day.) A bevy of them bolted because of a lack of opportunity, the cost of living or the abundance of vices or all three. Despite the exodus, LSU fans are a tight-knit group of drunkards whose expectations always run high. Heres a sampling of Mondays offerings (reader beware: Some might find the following comments offensive): 2:33 p.m. My friend Bill texts me from New Orleans. At the House of Blues watchin Dash (Rip Rock) f—ing great! 4:47 p.m. Joe, the barroom philosopher that he is, texts me with this insight: Go Tigers! I hope I dont (sic) get my ass kicked tonight sitting in a OSU bar wearing my LSU gear. 5:36 p.m. I text my brother to bitch about ESPN pinhead Lee Corsos pregame analysis. There would be no Louisiana legalese from this attorney: Hes slobbing the Buckeyes knob, big time.My friend Dres text tops them all, though. He sends me a cell phone photo of an LSU fan dancing on Bourbon Street at about 1 a.m., hours after the Tigers have claimed college football supremacy. No caption needed.The jambalaya, meanwhile, turned out delicious. I went through some rough spots to get it where I wanted it, but at the end its flavor was rich, its bite serious. Just like those Bayou Bengals.
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