"Loooooooo-eez-eee-aaaannnn-uhhhhhhh". He could barely utter the state name. Painful and awkward.
Chatting happily while his team was getting wood shedded wouldn't go over well with any fan base....and probably not much for the Tiger fans watching on TV. He might as well just come out and say: "Thanks for the parachute cash you dumb swamp people. I am from Boston and the only thing I know about you dumb rednecks is that you throw down at Popeyes chicken and New Orleeeeeens is your state capitol. Lord, I can't wait till these next two years are over and you fire me, then I can move back to a city where I can wear skinny jeans and pearl clutch about you. Do I have to recruit Walmart parking lots? I'll have to call Les Miles...not about his LSU days, but how he maximized his cash he extracted from Kansas suckers.