There's too much material there. So to the point: the entertainment, for what it is (or isn't) on a given Saturday, is on the field. Yeah, most of us eat, bathroom break, stand, sit, squeeze past people while trying not to tip, take selfies, knock knees, and talk or yell to the distraction of those around us at times. Those are the conventions of fandom most expect in tight, narrow spaces crammed with bodies. But the sitch Radar describes lacks a radar. Get a babysitter.