This is pretty funny. The LSU Tigers are named after "Wheat's Tigers", which was a Louisiana regiment during the Civil War made up almost entirely of Cajun misfits. They were so wild that during the war Lee forbade them from entering Richmond, lest they loot stores or rob civilians. They were also made to camp outside from where the rest of the army were encamped. They were great soldiers when unleashed but lunatics when not in battle. This is an account I came across of their crazy trip from Louisiana to Virginia at the start of the war:
When the Tigers began the long journey by train to Virginia, they had a brief layover in the small village of Grand Junction, Tennessee, as they waited for the tracks to be switched. The tiny village, built in a hurry just a few years earlier to accommodate travelers, consisted of two hotels, two brothels, and a general store. Despite the warnings of their officers that any drunkenness or visits to the brothel would be met with harsh punishment during the two hour layover, hundreds of thirsty Tigers descended upon these establishments. Less than an hour later the general store had been looted empty and both hotels and a brothel were on fire. The Tigers were ordered to board their train cars by their officers, but these efforts were in vain. In the fight to restore order, the officers began firing at the drunken mob of soldiers. When the chaos subsided, three buildings were burned to the ground and seven Tigers lay dead with another nineteen wounded.
As they continued on their way, the men were penned up either in cars or coaches while the officers rode in their own car at the rear of the train. Upon reaching Garland, Alabama, the officers left their car and strolled off into town to get some breakfast. The two musicians left to keep an eye on the men were no match for the Tigers, who, acting on alcohol inspired thoughts, uncoupled the officers car and stole the train. The officers were stunned to hear their train steam away, and quickly commandeered another engine, and set off down the tracks in pursuit of their wayward men. The next stop on the line was Montgomery, Alabama, where the Tigers began a drunken spree of looting, robbing, and harassing the civilians in their quest for more alcohol. After about an hour of this chaos, the town leaders and local military commanders called on the 1st Georgia Regiment to restore order. These unfortunate men were ordered to confront these oddly attired rampaging drunks at bayonet point. Refusing to back down, the Tigers cursed and threatened the Georgians in several foreign languages.
Just as bloodshed seemed inevitable, and unfortunately for the Tigers, the engine carrying their officers arrived on the scene. The officers streamed into the town venting their frustration at having to chase down their own men across the state of Alabama. With drawn pistols, they yet again charged into the drunken mob, one witness recalled, "the charge of the Light Brigade was surpassed by these irate Creoles." Shoving and cursing some, and pistol whipping others, the officers forcibly removed the Tigers from stores and bars, and formed them on Montgomery’s main street. Sullen, battered, and bloody, the Battalion was marched back to the station and placed onto the train. With their bloodlust up, the Tigers yet again broke free in Columbia, South Carolina, and ran wild through the streets until order was once again restored. One Tiger was killed by an officer when he refused a direct order to not reenter the town and another died accidentally in unknown circumstances. Still not finished, the Tigers ignored railroad agents by riding on top of the rocking cars or straddling the couplings between the cars. One was crushed by a low bridge, several others were crushed beneath the train. When they finally arrived in Richmond after the three day trip, a total of nineteen men had died and dozens more were wounded or injured. The rest were tired, dirty and hungry, and the officers were quite relieved.