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I Guess Lester Will Be Waiting for His Inevitable Super Bowl Appearance: Week 4 Recap:

All that Times-Picayune talk about a rejuvenated Lester Ricard showing LSU what they're missing fell to the ground with his botched first snap at the 14:55 mark in the first quarter. Five Tulane offensive plays later, the punt snap was botched in the endzone. In the second quarter, Ricard left the game with a shoulder injury.

It's called the Tiger Rag for a reason

"In my mind, this is the biggest game that I'll probably play in until hopefully getting a shot at the Super Bowl."

-Lester Ricard

Ricky Jean-Francois. Can't say that name enough.

My favorite part is that he forgoes any hopes of Tulane playing another meaningful game this season. I mean, wouldn't saying, "until hopefully getting a shot at a CUSA championship" be the most politically correct statement? Truth is, Ricard would have never scored against our first, second, or third string defenses; I hope the NFL scouts were paying attention to his abilities against pro speed.

Yet we didn't showcase half of what we're capable of; if anything, we came out flat and businesslike (it's hard to tell the difference with this team). When the running backs still couldn't find the right holes (our biggest problem right now), Jimbo eventually transformed into Retro 2003 Championship mode: uh, we'll just throw it horizontally to recievers you won't be able to tackle, thanks.

• For that reason, the gameball has to go to Early Doucet (2 Rec. TD 1 Rush TD). It's certainly comforting to know Early can come down with the ball in situations that don't affect anything.

Same number and same purpose as Devery. [Insert 'Early' joke here.]

• The night's glimmer of offensive hope would be Mister Charles Scott, who sounds more like a Dickens character than a Louisiana Mr. Football 2005. He ran with enthusiasm and quickly had the crowd behind him after some Addai-like refusals to be brought down.

I'll admit it-- I never thought anything of a running back named Chaz Scott

• Also, Justin Vincent continues to remind me of a less-extreme Maurice Clarett, without the hatchet or Israeli mob but with the BCS National Championship MVP trophy. He's actually back to 2004 form, which is a terrible thing.

Get used to picking up litter, Mo.

• Freaking Anthony Scelfo! First, he was redshirted last year, which is a good thing, because he just might be the savior of Wave football, Tulane, and New Orleans. I haven't seen a more poised mobile white quarterback in Tiger Stadium since Matt Jones. He really didn't make a mistake at all; he actually stayed in bounds to take the hit from the lies of Dorsey, Pittman, and Jackson. Then he commanded a (disappointing) late score which left the Slime Buckets with a better taste in their mouths.

• Hey, Tulane, congratulations on selling 2500 of your 7500 allotted tickets for a game eighty miles away from home. And you wonder why we won't play a straight-up home-and-home. And it's not like Katrina displaced any of your fans either-- you were high and dry on streets like State and complaining about FEMA trailers (black people) in your neighborhood.

• Hey, Tulane, "the difference between the best state school and the best school in the state is that [your] players graduate." Yeah, ours just choose to forgo their senior seasons for the NFL draft. Go fuck yourselves.

• The rumors around the media (e.g. Jordy Hultberg, who'll have his own post by season's end) about 'Cat Broussard benched for being fifteen pounds overweight are completely warranted. Of course Miles said that there's no credence to any of those reports, but still, saying Broussard's out with a knee injury doesn't hold much water either. He's pretty much had a knee injury since August 2005, what's any different this week?

I can't prove it, but I suspect there are mutiple Jordy Hultbergs covering all LSU sports as well as the Hornets.

• One of my favorite moments of the game: "Country" Daniels timing a hit over the middle perfectly and saving an unnecessary Tulane red zone trip. And then his series of pelvic thrusts afterward. Three hours later, "I hated that guy who kept dancing after he made that tackle" was an actual quote from Robyn.

• Herb Tyler in the house. I feel old.

Think of him as a '95 Ryan Perrilloux

Pretty much a garden-variety non-conference game, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I hope we figured out that Jacob Hester is way too valuable a blocker to play anywhere else but fullback, and I hope Tiger fans figured out that JaMarcus is way better than Flynn and Perrilloux (against a second-string Tulane defense no less).

JR paces an Amish beard during the week.

We've still got the best defensive line in the country, and the offensive line is only one or two Herman Johnson starts away. And I should hopefully be able to go a full year without hearing gay-gay "Hullabaloo" from some of the most pathetic fans I've ever seen in the south endzone.


- P.T.