Hell we were sitting in Section 8.  I was the guy standing up waving my Trooper Towel around.  I was waving it so hard, the fabric was tearing apart.
I kept looking over there, but didn't see any of yall.  Hell, I called Mr. Birdman during the rain delay.  He don't call me no more, and he ain't brought me no flowers in years.  What row were yall on?