Speaking of Sparty fans, I was sitting in the n/e upper deck with loads of Buckeye brethern. We had two redneck Sparty fans in the section who had obviously had been prepping for the game all day with copious quantities of alcohol; a 60-ish grampa and a short, twenty-something Thumbilly (what we call rednecks from the "thumb" area of Michigan), doing their best to get under our skins.
Sometime in the middle first quarter, I'm thinking "hmmm, where did the little douche go?" when he comes sliding down the aisle on his back, courtesy of a pissed-off Buckeye. The little dummy was trying to pick fights because no one would pay attention to him. It was priceless. Eventually, East Lansing's finest showed up and hauled him away.
With 30 seconds to go in the 4th, Grampa finally conceded and slinked away, head down, as I wished him a safe journey back to his trailer :)