In most corners of the free world, standing your infant child in front of a 500 pound killing tornado machine full of teeth, claws, and fur, with only the presumed safety of glass to protect him and you from inevitable tiger afternoon snackdom, would be frowned upon. But with LSU fans, this sort of thing is just a Spring time rite of passage in Baton Rouge, much like having your stomach pumped after a long night at Bogies or being held up at knife point in Tigertown...you know, tradition type shit.