standing on the concourse beneath the stands (in front of the concession stands, but up against the edge of the councourse). They were wearing BYU gear. A bunch of people were starring at them. I didn't hear anyone saying anything to them. I walked past them and caught their eye and gave a thumbs up and a nod of the head.

Don't care that they were smoking. Cared only that they were wearing BYU gear. They're my comrades.