As the nocturnal rumination of the NFL draft rises hazily in the midnight air and the continuing worldwide love/hate affair with our 2019 heroes attempts to consume us whole, here we all stand or sit…waiting…watching…listening to a million voices salute their own cacophony out of a cracker jack box.

They all want LSU’s blood matted across the front of our white jerseys, with our perceived sins in the White House, deserved post-game cigar antics or OBJ mishaps staining the purple and gold trim…

Source: LSU’S 2020 EXPECTATIONS PT.I