“Tracking Kiffin” A Personal Blog About The Last Two Weeks

Finally, after weeks of emotional wreckage, stress-eating, and Twitter rumors that made my brain melt, LSU officially named Lane Kiffin their next head coach on Sunday. The last couple of weeks have been a certified, five-star, absolute rollercoaster for the coaching carousel. But honestly? It was the most electric, fun, degenerate time I’ve had in years.

Look, this isn’t The New York Times. This blog is likely trash, written straight from my brain to the keyboard without a filter. If you want literary excellence, go read a book. If you want the real story of how some idiot fan went viral for a day by stalking a private jet, keep scrolling.

Everything started getting really juicy about three weeks ago. I get a call from my guy, Ben Mintz (legend status confirmed), who gives me the lowdown on the absolute mess happening behind the scenes at LSU and Ole Miss. Shoutout to Mintzy for keeping me a full step ahead of every blue-check journalist throughout this entire glorious process.

A week later, things went full lunacy. I’m in a group chat with the Balcony Bengals guys, just casually chopping it up, when BAM—a flight tracker notification hits. The plane is owned by MMR and is flying from Oxford straight to Baton Rouge. Someone (jokingly, maybe?) throws out the famous line: “We need boots on the ground.”

I was on my lunch break. I was only half-serious. But I said, “Fk it, I’m going to the airport.”**

Man, am I glad I went. When I pulled up to the airport, I was convinced I was going to see absolutely nothing and just waste 45 minutes of my life. But then the plane we were tracking lands right in front of me. I watched this majestic flying machine pull up to the hangar and, yes, I took photos—on a potato of a camera—of multiple members of the Kiffin family getting out. You simply cannot make this up.

I was frozen. I didn't know whether to run, scream, or try to sell the photos to TMZ. I just sent the pics to the group chat and did nothing for a solid 20 minutes. Finally, I came to my senses and posted them on Twitter/X.

Little did I know, those blurry, low-res images would blow up the entire damn internet. For the rest of the day, my phone was basically on fire from the notifications—it was insane, awesome, and maybe a little terrifying. That night, I was on the Power Hour LSU podcast chopping it up with Carter. The next few days, it was hilarious seeing my amateur photos on national podcasts and TV, all while listening to people talk about "some crazy LSU fan hiding in the bushes at the airport." (I was NOT in the bushes, FYI. I was just close.)

A massive, world-class shoutout to my girlfriend's little brother and the rest of the Balcony Bengals for making this happen. We did it, internet. We won.

On that same legendary day, I joined the greatest message board thread ever created. (Yes, I was lurking for weeks like a weirdo before I posted.) Shoutout to the mega-thread on the Bengal Tiger on On3 and every single glorious degenerate on that site. I went from lurker to folk hero, getting immediately labeled "the guy in the bushes" and "the airport guy."

What a time to be alive! The Sabrina Carpenter GIFs, the "inside info," the legendary Toxic Trio, the completely unhinged Celebrate 2.0, and of course, the "Sheads" reveal! If you know, you know. If you don't, congrats, you have a life.

I was barely a poster on Twitter and had zero traction for this site a few weeks ago, but now I'm absolutely fired up, motivated, and sending massive thanks to all the new followers!  These past two weeks have been an absolute B.L.A.S.T. I have spent hours on the phone with friends and that just proves that nothing brings us together like LSU Football!

Let the Lane Kiffin era begin, baby! GEAUX TIGERS.

ATG out