The following is a stream of consciousness recollection from hopefully prodigal 2nd row, Michael Guarisco and his experiences on Dec. 1 after LSU won the SEC:

Well me chunks and wortmann were at cooter browns watching all the games. I proceeded to get hammered drunk. I went outside and my car was gone, so I freaked and thought someone stole it, so in my drunken state I thought I could run around uptown on foot and find the perps...no luck. Wortmann couldn't find me, my phone died , all Whit got from me was while out of breath, "truck stolen" and then click. Well she started talking to drunk wortmann and he said maybe you should start checking the hospitals. This escalated more and more with my sisters getting involved. Meanwhile I'm still running around uptown like forest fucking gump.

Well Wortmann got tired of waiting and drove back to the north shore Whit is still freaking out so she calls the cops and they do a house check at like 1am. I've been running around uptown for 2.5 hrs now. Cops only find barking dog in house, no drunk Michael.

Well I don't remember what time I finally got home, but it had to be just after that. I find myself on the couch at about 5:30am. The night was fuzzy in my head but I knew my truck had been stolen. I get in the bronco and drive by cooter browns, no Tahoe. So i drive back home and call the cops. They send a unit to my house and he starts yelling at me about something fishy is going on and that I need to call my friend Whitney in Denver cause another unit had already been by there tonight. He also tells me check with the tow companies before I file a report. I call all the companies all of them say no truck. Finally at 1pm the next day, one of them calls back and says yes they do have it. They could not give me a report on why it was towed. I called again today still no report. I got my truck back for $200.

Huge scare, I was outta my gourd. I ran from St. Charles up to like Earhart then back down the other side of Tulane. I just remember looking at Earhart and Pine and thinking what the fuck am i doing here. Then more black out. I spoke to Wortmann like 2 or 3 times while running calling out random intersections. He said he would drive to them and could not find me, thats because I would call them out and just keep running. He also followed a Tahoe that he thought was mine then realized it was the wrong color.

Mike updated this story by explaining he had terrible stomach pains that caused him a hospital visit Tuesday, a result of the alcohol in his stomach and the excessive running, which eroded the lining of his stomach and he got gastritis. By taking a few pills and skipping a few drinks, he is expected to make a full recovery.