Guest Post from Bradley

(Bradley is my oldest son. He will begin an editorial segment on my blog. Starting today. I am trying to think of a good name for it. Perhaps I can get some feedback on that...)

Hello there friends of Karen, my name is Bradley Harvey. As you may have gathered from the intro, I am Karen's oldest and most likable son. I, like Karen, have been told many a time that I should take up blogging because I'm "soooo funnnnnyyy". While you'll inevitably beg to differ, I have been meaning to write in some  fashion for quite some time. Factor in my unwillingness to commit to anything long term, and you have the makings of a guest blogger. I'll pop in from time to time, breaking up the monotony of the Porch to bring you a gritty, fresh perspective on life and world events. Or I'll just tell a funny story and let Karen handle the serious stuff.

As it turns out, we actually do have serious matters to attend to today. The single most important event of the Miller/Harvey calendar year is fast approaching, LSU Football. Like Karen alluded to in a previous post, being an LSU football fan is like discovering Mumford and Sons before they hit it big. You have this great, life-altering source of excitement that virtually no one knows about. Non-fans will act like they're listening, feign interest to appease you, all the while resting comfortably in the knowledge that every fan feels that way about their team. Every college football team is special.
Then they experience this for themselves:
THIS will hurt you, because it finds it's way into your soul, where football shouldn't be. Losing shouldn't depress you for months( in my case, years), and winning shouldn't give you the unquestionable dominance over peers that it does. LSU has this power because it isn't about football, it's about the Louques. And the Leblancs, Templates, and every other families that hails from Louisiana. It's the purest form of passion you can have. The best part is, like head lice, LSU football is contagious. Charlie, Kameron, Kenny, Chase, Wynston, Zak, Nik, and numerous others can attest, there's no better time to be had. I have cried, provoked near physical altercations, and lept a solid 9 feet across my living room in celebration for a touchdown. I invite anyone and everyone to come to the house this fall, on a Saturday to watch our boys with us. You may not like me afterwards, but you will sure as hell like LSU football.

2011 brings warranted optimism in our squad, as our defense is reaching Saban-like levels, and Jordan Jefferson can't get any worse. What's more exciting, the old boys of Florida are ranked a respectable 23rd in the nation. The normal trash talk from the squarest men in the land has been strangely absent, likely because John Brantley looks to lead an offense less excting than Timothy Tebow latest book "The Moment that Counts: The Subtle Art of Crying when the Camera is Watching".  As it stands, I'm going in confident with com padre Evan Starvey and the Mother of fandom, Karen herself. If you didn't like this, deal with it.