WitterOn's Dating Service: Bachelor # 1

Let him eat cake!




One of my best friends in all the world, Gregory Pigott (aka Rod Barnes, as Flanagan always used to call him) was found tailgating before an LSU women's basketball game. I know, how stupid is that!?!

Once, I made the mistake of asking Pigott why he was so enthralled by women's athletics. After he used the phrase "girl sweat" twice, I tuned him out. 15 minutes later I picked the phone back up and he was still talking about Neisa Johnson and Alabama's 95 women's basketball team. I did what every good friend would do at this point--told him to get a damn life and hung up.

Trust me. Not the first time I've told Pigott that, nor will it be the last.

But I'm sure there are some wonderful women who want to know this guy a little better. The man loves Mary J. Blige, so he's gotta be sensitive. He also says he works out on a regular basis, and is quite the cook. I'm into "at least having a good time," notes Pigott. "That's all that matters, dude." Indeed.

He was a key cog in the state champion 1999 Madison Central football team. He is working on his M.A. in Sports Management, and currently works as LSU intramural director. His intramural coaching prowess is widely known. While at Southern Miss, he coached the Inferno--champs for two years running (and pictured below). Pigott wore a suit to coach during the playoffs. "Gotta look the part," he would tell me.




They went on to compete at the Regional tournament in Starkvegas, and almost made it to Nationals. But Pigott's not one to relish in moral victories--"if they slip on their off-season conditioning, I make em run gassers till they can't stand up. There will not be any Johnathan Sullivan Lardasses on my b-ball team." Point well taken.