I've told this story before. When I was a young lad prob 10 yrs old we were walking up the steps in the EZ of Rich stadium after a game and there was a guy with his arms splayed on the back of the seats, head back, apparently unconscious - with his johnson (not Taron) hanging out of his pants, pissing all over himself. As I stared in innocent wonderment - my Dad gently pushed me along, and I'll never forget the "I'm disappointed in the human race" look on his face as he simply said "Move along son". We never spoke of it