Crawfish Day

Sometimes I really wonder about where my parents shipped me off to college to. However, Louisiana has slowly started to grow on me with it’s charming, charismatic culture that sets it apart from every other state in the U.S. Just when I think I’ve seen it all, something happens that makes me feel foolish for even thinking so.

Crawfish Day at Nicholls was something that made me sit back, look around, and just thank God for being alive that day. It also made me chuckle because the people from around here think this is totally normal. It’s not. At least not for me anyway.

Crawfish Day was filled with loud music, large crowds, and good (yup you guessed it) crawfish. It wasn’t my first encounter with the mudbug but it sure was worth remembering. This is what I went to college out-of-state for, for experiences like these that I wouldn’t have gotten had I stayed home to play ball.

I still don’t say y’all, I still don’t like king cake, and I still love big cities, but silly me for thinking that this tiny little town with all it’s traditions wouldn’t one day hold a special place in my heart.


This picture is for all of my Vegas friends, I’m not sure they know what crawfish is or that it’s even allowed to be eaten.

Beer and Beads

“Only in southern Louisiana,” is a statement I find that the people from around here use equally to apologize and to boast. Today was no different. I’ve seen ball games stopped because of cleats flying off, bats flying out of the dugout, and birds flying through the infield, but never because of beer and beads flying onto the field.

Today our scrimmage was paused so that I could pick up the beer in left field thrown by one of the crazies on one of the many floats that drove by. Throughout the game, people on floats saw it as a challenge to try to get items over our fence and some succeeded.

On my way out of Barker Hall after treatment I got to snap this picture. This is how I experienced the Thibodaux parade. It might not be the greatest picture or the greatest story but life isn’t always the way our Instagram accounts portray them to be.



People come to New Orleans from all over the country to experience Mardi Gras. I came to Louisiana to earn a degree and play ball.

So I’m okay with not getting pelted in the face with a string of beads, for now.