At a Bills game in Nashville there was a group behind us all dressed in Bills gear. It was apparently borrowed or freshly purchased. They were making as much noise as anybody in the stadium, even when we were on offense. When I explained that “now is the time to be quiet, Josh is trying to talk to his guys” they looked at me like I just told them the sun was made of cheese, in Latin. “Really?” Yes, really.
The same guy was pretty drunk, and somehow we went from high fiving to him patting me on the head when something good happened. I didn’t really care, but eventually he says “hey, your hair is all wet!” I said “I know, you keep spilling beer on me!” His second big surprise of the night! 😂