Only Three States Are Pulling for LSU—And That’s Just the Way We Like It

Louisiana. Nebraska. Arizona. The rest of y’all can get in line.

Let’s be honest—when LSU heads to Omaha, it ain’t just a baseball tournament. It’s a cultural invasion. A Tiger-striped, crawfish-scented, bourbon-fueled takeover that turns middle America into a Mardi Gras parade with a baseball field.

And this year? We’re down to three states flying purple and gold:

• Louisiana (obviously)

• Nebraska (because they love a good party, and LSU fans adopted Rocco’s years ago)

• Arizona (because Coach Jay Johnson brought some desert dogs with him when he made the move from Tucson)

That’s it.

Forty-seven other states? Couldn’t care less—or worse, they’re rooting for whoever LSU’s playing.

Good.

Because LSU doesn’t need your sympathy, your cheers, or your overpriced IPAs. We’ve got gas station boudin, a truck bed full of crawfish, and the best damn college baseball program in America.

Why Nebraska Loves Us

We show up. We drink them under the table. And we leave their economy in better shape than when we arrived. LSU fans are Rocco’s royalty, and if Omaha had a city council seat for “Most Spirited Visitor,” it’d be permanently reserved for a Tiger.

Why Arizona’s Still Riding

Coach Jay Johnson built a squad in Tucson and dragged that tiger blood to Baton Rouge. Arizona fans may be cactus-proud, but they remember what he did for their program—and they’d rather root for LSU than whatever Pac-12 school still fields a team.

The Rest of Y’all?

They’ll paint LSU as loud, obnoxious, and overconfident. And they’d be right. Because that’s how champions walk.And when you’ve got a dugout that can hit bombs, turn double plays, and chug Jell-O shots like they’re water?

You don’t need national support.

You just need Louisiana.And a few honorary states smart enough to ride with us.