It turns out that the high dollar seats I bought that ticketmaster conned me into are in fact "anti-great". I'm sitting right on the front row...with people walking in front of me the whole time. A man, who is very very drunk, stands in front of me for some time, snapping pictures with his disposable camera. He turns around every 8 seconds, yelling at all those behind him: "now these guys are the real deal!" Finally, three ushers wrestle him out of the isle. In the commotion, he spilled his bear into my camera bag. This is Arkansas of course, and is to be expected if not welcomed. The crowd cheers for him as he's dragged away.