Oaky, since we're on funny WVU stories...here's mine.
Back in 1976, my sophomore year at St. Albans High School, my brother and I attended a WVU game at old Mountaineer Field. WVU was hosting the formidable Richmond Spiders and my brother and I managed to work our way to the middle of WVU's student section. For those who might remember, old Mountaineer Field's student section was from the middle of the bowl to the right corner. As I recall there wasn't much room from the end of the endzone to the concrete retaining wall, which held the students. Surrounded by a throng of drunks, a drunk fraternity brother directly in front staggers around to face me. Wearing my high school jacket with my name appearing across in script, this guy was weaving back and forth, barely standing and trying to read my name. He literally got about three inches from my jacket in order to read it. After deciphering my name, he managed to stagger back up-right and said, "Lee....do ya think we should hit that I guy down there?," pointing to an individual standing along the retaining wall. Not thinking anything about it I said, "Sure....wear 'em out." The guy turns around and yells, "Lee said hit 'em." At that bizzare moment, an entire fraternity literally threw everything they had in their hands down upon the individual....ice, cups, popcorn, bottles, full-drinks, etc. Debris was raining out into the endzone so bad that the WV State Troopers started running over there. My mouth wide-open with amazement I turned and looked at my brother. The guy turns to me once again and said, "Lee...do ya think we should quit?" I said, "Yes...Stop!" The guy turns and said, "Lee said Stop!" And just like that...they all stopped! It was the most bizzare thing....I had control over approximately 75 fraternity brothers. Reflecting back on it...I wish I would have said slit your wrists or something like that.
One more quick story....in '74 my dad, brother and I attended a WVU game and decided to sit in the cheap seats (the open endzone bleachers of old Mountaineer Field). Sitting behind drunks (a common occurrence), the Pride of WV was beginning to line-up along the retaining wall right below us for half time. Back then the band wore tall black fuzzy band hats...almost reminded me of the British guards at Buckingham Palace. Anyway, this drunk in front of me (I guess I'm a drunk magnet) was staggering and weaving pretty bad and the tops of band hats were passing by appearing slightly over the top edge of the retaining wall. This guy stumbles and tries to steady himself with the aid of the passing band hats...knocking heads together. I laughed to the displeasure of the band students who were looking up with disgust. Just before the band was to take the field, the drunk who was still staggering stumbled once again, fell to his knees, leaned foward, took both hands to steady himself with the aid of a band hat and "puked" all over a clarinet player. I looked at my brother and dad and said, "All this for a buck...you can't beat this." Needless to say the Pride of WV was minus one clarinet player for the afternoon.