Lets hear your best Tigerland stories

One time, at tigerland, I was 22.

Never went again.

I almost went there once

I went there, I got drunk, I went home.

I was there for 86 girl at reggie & for bathroom stale chick at Bogies.

You sure you want to know about your mom blowing half the bar??

Got shitty at JL's..walked next door to Mike's and yacked..then went back to JL's

All the cool stories about having sex with random girls and meeting famous LSU athletes and winning fights against huge guys twice my size

I met both of my wives there.

That's all I got

Well here it goes, the one story that is usually told to other LSU alums I meet as I wander down the road in life. Not exactly Tigerland, but wild enough.

It was the spring of '08, a few months after we won the 'Ship, I was a sophomore and it was Wednesday night at Mellow. The group consisted of myself, my girlfriend, my best friend, and three of my roommates. We were all crushing it pretty hard that semester after getting to witness the championship win and whatnot. But this night was special: it was the first Wednesday Shroom Tea night at Mellow that semester. Fast forward about 3 hours and 3 pitchers of shroom tea later and the ground is experiencing a small earthquake of movement as it would appear to me. I fell twice going 20 feet from stage to bathroom, knocked a few broads over, but I was good. Made it back on stage and decided what the hell, I'll take a shot at the karaoke, but that was a bad decision as I was now on the edge of the stage. The ground trembled beneath my feet once more and I took the plunge, into a group of girls and the corner of the stage, no less.

We then decided it was time to leave and walk back to Commons, and we made it to the grass next to the apartment before we decided the grass felt great, so we laid down and I took my shoes off. My roommate asked me why I was wearing a red sock. I looked and realized it was soaked in blood, as well as my pants leg from the shin down. Made it to the bathroom to see what happened and I had about a half inch gash in my shin from where I had apparently fell onto the stage corner. Immediately i felt sick from seeing the blood and loss of it, so I sat on the tub side by the toilet before I eventually fell backwards into the tub hitting my head. My girlfriend at the time, being in nursing school in Nola, said I needed to go to the ER but I was hard headed, I didn't feel any pain so I manned it out. She did what she could and we ended the night.

The real pain started when I sobered up and I had too much pride to change my decision not to visit ER. It's all good now, I have a half inch scar on my shin as the reminder of the story.