Gould Headshot squareI’ve always had a soft spot for LSU football. It has more of a warm and fuzzy side for me than its SEC counterparts. The Alabama of Bear Bryant and Nick Saban, and the Florida of Steve Spurrier, command respect and admiration for the way they played. And programs like Auburn, Georgia and Tennessee have played great football at times. But all of those deals tend to be very business-like for outsiders.

The LSU bandwagon, on the other hand, has always felt more inviting. Maybe it’s because of the proximity to New Orleans, a town I love. The movie “All the King’s Men,’’ Broderick Crawford version, doesn’t hurt. I also enjoyed covering a Notre Dame game–“Geaux Irish!’’–in Baton Rouge in 1984, when the struggling Irish upset the Tigers, courtesy of a great day from linebacker Cedric Figaro, which left half the press box singing, “Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!’’

There always seems to be a little more drama, and melodrama, with LSU.

That’s certainly the case on the watch of Les Miles, who was on one of the hottest seats in college football at the end of last season.  The rest of this article is available to subscribers only – to become a subscriber click here.