About halfway through the third quarter, I'm sitting in my seat looking at the replay on the video board between plays and the man in front of me turns around and gives me a solid punch to the ribs. What the heck? I look at him (I wonder what the expression on my face was--probably some mixture of confusion and complete astonishment) and he realizes that I'm not his nephew, who's sitting two seats to my right and he just doubles over laughing and apologizes and then gives the same punch to his nephew. No, I would not recommend the west stands to a friend.