A radio and a chunk of cheese

On a recent Saturday evening I watched LSU football. Memories stirred. In the late 1940’s I’d stretch out on my bed, radio within reach and listen to LSU football. Night games were new to college football. but it seemed I could rely on LSU. The announcers painted a picture of Tiger Stadium with its bright lights and vivid green grass. Their words could create a purple and gold Bayou Bengal that a boy could embrace.