re: For the Old Timers. What was it like living in Tiger Stadium?

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pickup football on the turf at Bernie Moore.

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Me and some Tiger Band friends used to go kick Field Goals for hours at Bernie Moore at Night. We'd start at the 10 and work our way back every 5 yards.........

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Eat Your Crow

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Man these threads are awesome.

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I have spent over an hour reading all these comments. My thoughts exactly.

My most vivid impression of West Stadium was the bugs. Without air conditioning, the windows had to be open to allow ventilation, which also let in all the bugs. I can recall every shower was also a bug fiesta. They were all over the place.

During that time, I worked at WLSU, which was on the upper floor of the Union. There was a late night DJ (my shift was 2 to 4 a.m.) who enjoyed a little doobie every now and then—we were doobie brothers LOL. We had some great times up there. I could play anything I wanted, since there was no set format for that hour of the day. Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, you name it.

I tried to spend as little time as possible in the dorm room, since it was far from luxury accommodations. And of course I attended every home game, so there was no problem with trying to study during the game. That was out of the question.

It was hot, humid, and smelled like a dump!

But it was a blast.

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My stories from Kirby Smith in the late 90's just don't seem to compare.

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When I was in the Pentagon we shared a cafeteria with Kirby Smith. It was pretty easy to determine who stayed in what dorms. The Kirby Smith boyz seemed to be living softer than we were and honestly appeared to be taking college more seriously.

I lived in the first house on the right on Alaska Street through the '50s to early '60s. Charlie Mac lived two doors down. He was a sweet and patient guy who always had time for kids and whose wife would feed you cookies and lemonade. My house was next to the campus gates at what is now the Maravich Center. In those days it was the tennis courts and archery range. I spent nearly every day on those tennis courts. Further along was Mike the Tiger's (II) cage, and I would go visit him and his two wives often; you could smell them from my house, and my guess is they could smell me, too, because I swear I could have walked right into their cage with no problem. My dad wouldn't let me listen to the games on the radio, but I didn't need to--I could lie in bed and hear them on the PA system. Whenever the Tigers scored, the whole house shook. As a professor at LSU, my dad had the rights to free tickets--he gave them to his grad students. Sometimes they would take pity on me and take me to games. My dad hated the Tigers. No athlete, he came from a college with no football team, and when he was pressured by the administration to pass a failing football player, he turned this into a personal crusade. Unfortunately for him, he lost. Every Saturday night our street and our lawn filled up with parked cars. All the neighbor kids would charge for spaces and would be out with their flashlights--I was forbidden to. Instead, my dad put up a fence. I can still remember the first Saturday night in August when the Cajuns in their cars rolled in--right over the fence. Good thing my dad (still alive at 95) was still a young man; otherwise he'd have stroked out...

Now I'm wondering how many of you guys I know from North Stadium - 5th floor 1980

awesome;especially when the drunks below shouted"How do you like this ..place"
or the guys upstairs woudls set off a cherrybomb in the toilet to cause a waterfll all the way down.
LOL

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This has been a GREAT thread. If I was a writer I'd try to put together a book of old dorm/campus stories. My dad was in Graham in the 70's and some of his stories are fantastic. My stories from Kirby Smith in the late 90's just don't seem to compare.

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Some of the shite we did in Hodges my freshman year in '82 would be considered terrorism today. I was on the 5th floor, south wing. One Sunday night, a dude came back to the dorm after the winter break with one of those HUGE fireworks. 21 gun salute or something like that. It was intended to shoot way up into the air at about 1,000 feet. 21 times. Anyway, the bathroom on that wing was facing into the courtyard. At the bottom of the windows they had those big crank windows. Anyway, dudes jams the 21 gun salute pointing right at the the middle of the courtyard and lights it. It was like white light and huge sound. 21 times. The rest of us were watching from the end of the hall. Perfect view of the kiddy cop station by the PMAC. After about the 3rd BOOM, the cops were diving under their desks shitting themselves. (All four sides of the tiny station was glass so you could see in there from any angle.) Alarms going off in every inch of the dorm. Hell, the fire alarms were going off in the stadium dorms. When it was over, there was about a 3 foot crater in the middle of the courtyard.