This portion of the site will include personal stories of noles causing trouble and being the general classless people that they are. I will go ahead and put my own stories and if you have one you would like to have posted, click the link at the bottom to email me and I will put it up!

When I was seven years old, my dad and I went to New Orleans for the 1994 USF&G Insurance Sugar Bowl. As you can probably remember, that was the one we lost. Anyway, on our way out of the Super Dome, I was confronted by an obviously drunken nole. I don't remember exactly what he said but it was something like, "that'll teach ya to be a gator, kid" and then marched off like he had accomplished something.

This next story is from just two year ago, it was in Tallahassee and it was after the game, now I was only thirteen years old at the time so it isn't like I'm a whole lot bigger than I was in the last story. Anyway, it was after we had lost the game and I was walking back to the car with my dad when we were passing an FSU frat house. The group outside was lining the sidewalk and pushing me around between them. The group on the balcony was throwing beer bottles and other hard objects in my general direction. Luckily I didn't get hit but I was about to go up there and open up a can but my dad wouldn't let me, good thing too, they would have broken me into tiny bits. But on a lighter note there was one good nole at the end of the sidewalk that congradulated us on a good game and for being good fans, so maybe not all noles are classless.