re: Tiger Stadium Dorms

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LSU dorms suck now but that musta been a NIGHTMARE.

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You wouldn't have lasted a week.

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the easiest dorm to sneak alcohol and girls into

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No lobbies or central front entrance; staircase at either end of the halls. The inmates were running the asylum.

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they are roughly the size of a large bathroom stall and no AC at all.

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Lived in North Stadium Dorm Fall83-Spring84. Rooms were not small - but rather large in my opinion. Still no AC in 83-84, but tall trees outside of my room provided shade most of the time. (Must have been bad for those on west side end of the day.) Community showers and terlits. (I think I went to the frat house on most days to take a shite.)

By then, each room had a telephone and cable was available. (High times for MTV.) Could get to the quad in about 2-3 minutes which was nice. My roommate's brother was an RA two doors down, so there wasn't much we couldn't get away with.

One night I squashed a huge roach right between my eyes when something crawling on my face woke me up.

Mike couldn't have been more than 125 yards from me. He roared in the night every night so I didn't sleep much that year since you had to leave the windows open. Funny that you couldn't find him in the daytime when everyone came to see him.

Our room was on the 3rd floor just east of the Athletic Office, and I remember yelling "We love you Jerry!!!" out of our window at the impromptu news conference on the ground outside the stadium right after Stovall was fired. He looked up and waved at us.

South Stadium 107

Great times

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He also said they used to go right across the street to Bernie Moore almost every night and play pickup football games.

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Well, we used to beat the heat on September nights by sneaking in the old swimming pool across the street (still in use in those days but locked up at night).

We had the system down, of climbing that old pipe in the inside corner at the end of the pool, between the pool and the PMAC - somebody up top, and one on each floor/window ledge, and we'd "bucket brigade" all our beer, towels, and "other supplies" up and over before everybody else climbed up and in...

In those days, Campus Police consisted of largely ineffectual grey-headed retired cops with flashlights... we would prepare for their anticipated arrival by opening several windows on the ground floor from the inside, so at first glimmer of flashlights we'd scatter like cockroaches, diving through windows and laughing uncontrollably (there may have been drugs involved).

We were personally responsible for that huge metal "rat-guard" being welded into place atop that pipe that you still see today to try and stop us.... unsuccessfully, as one member of our Midnight Swimming Club was Paul Tellerico, an All-American gymnast who had no trouble swinging out from and then scrambling over this barricade. Then we had a rope he'd tie off the top ledge, with a foot-hold loop in the end, for our more athletically challenged guests to get past the obstacle....

When I stand on the ground today and look at that pipe and how high that wall looks and think about the number of times and people who made that climb in various stages of drunk, stoned, tripping balls, etc, and nobody ever fell or got hurt... the gods were smiling on the Midnight Swimming Club, for sure.

My old man & a few of his best friends that I have the pleasure of call "Uncle" all lived in the stadium dorms in the late 70s. They were football players & baseball players with a couple regular students mixed in. They claim they chose to live there for the cheap cost as well as what they knew they could get away with using the savings for their nights out.

They all came from schools with no A/C so that wasn't much of an issue to them however they do say it certainly led to them all being VERY outgoing & social during their time on campus. Also "forced" them to the libraries & other study areas simply to cool off.
They tell stories of how they snuck on to the football field (just a series of railings & ramps) to play midnight games with co-eds as well as busting into the racquetball courts.

Late night roar sessions with Mike the Tiger are typically the stories that get the most laughs & smiles as they tell them.

My parents forced me to live in a dorm my freshman year 2001-2002. I moved into Kirby Smith myself (wasn't 1 of those pussies that had mommy & daddy drive them to school with the carload of stuff. I remember feeling sorry for those guys- products of the original "helicopter" parents who just could not cut the cord until the final moment). But when they came to visit the 1 time I remember my mother apologizing to me profusely & my old man just laughing at how Kirby hadn't changed a lick since his day but was still a "palace" of comfort & space compared to the stadium dorms.

I'd love to see some kind of documentary of former stadium dorm residents talking to current students who live in their super luxurious condo apartments (by comparison) now & "complain" that they don't have the time or the facilities to study...

Hot (no a/c), cold military style showers, loud trash trucks outside the open windows reverberating around hard concrete walls many mornings, very bare. But glad for the one semester I did live there so I can tell my kids I lived in Tiger Stadium!

When I came up to BR for spring testing in 83, I stayed in the stadium dorms. Had a room to myself and the guys that lived there terrorized me. Firecrackers, banging on the door all night, luckily after the first night I went out and got drunk so I slept through it after that