It was Wednesday night, and I was stuck working for the College World Series Game 3. But it’s cool, because I work as a bartender, and there are TVs everywhere in my bar.

(I bet those of you who read my column regularly are probably thinking, “Wow! Who would put that alcoholic druggie behind a bar stocked with liquor?” Yeah, things get out of hand pretty quickly sometimes…)

Anyway … There was only a handful of people in the bar, and they were all regulars. Ah, I love regulars. Well, most of my regulars. Of course, there are always a few that you just can’t stand.

So I had all the TVs tuned to the game when Mr. Dan, an elderly regular that comes in to watch the afternoon news, came in and grabbed his usual chair. Then he picked up the remote and changed one of the TVs to the news.

“Oh no he didn’t!” I thought. But before I could say something, another regular, wearing one of those “Baton Rouge, a drinking town with a football problem” T-shirts, flipped out.

As these two grown men were fighting for the remote, Jared Mitchell hit that unforgettable three-run blast to kick off the first inning. The bar erupted (all seven people). Everyone was cheering and high-fiving – everyone but Mr. Dan, who had lost the fight over the remote.

“You don’t even like baseball, Johnny!” Mr. Dan muttered, more at me than to me. He looked like a child that just got his favorite toy taken away.

“Look,” I snapped back. “We are all from Southeast Louisiana; every one of us in this bar grew up watching Tiger athletics. So if you don’t like LSU, go home.”

I haven’t seen him since. Oh well. He was a lousy tipper anyhow.

So the game went on, the rest of the regular crowd showed up with boiled crabs, and we gorged ourselves with booze and crabs. We even organized a wave from one end of the bar to the other. It was great, and so were the Tigers. National Champs 2009 beeeetches!!!!!!

Hey guys, on a side note, enjoy your summer. Get out and get some sun and exercise, have fun, but remember: Safety first, then teamwork. Practice the buddy system, but only if you have responsible buddies.

Usually, when I utilize the buddy system, some crazy sh–t happens, and I write about it. As you can probably tell by the length of this article, I haven’t been using the buddy system enough this summer.

Rest in peace, M.J. I know who’s bad … You’re bad. And I know it doesn’t matter if I’m black or white, but for now, I’m gonna do just like you did with those child molestation accusations and just beat it. Peace.