A (hopefully) amusing story for you guys:
I was at the Notre Dame game with several friends. We actually were "upgraded" to seats on about the 45 yard line thanks to one of my friend's father-in-law. Anyway, three rows in front of us is an obviously inebriated Irish fan with a buddy who had huge shades on and a Tennessee hat. These two were suspicious, loud and obnoxious characters. After we jumped out to a quick lead, he turns around with his bloodshot eyes, holds up four fingers and announces "We play four quarters . . . We play this many . . ." Saying this repeatedly wasn't enough though. With the index finger of his other hand, he touched each of the four fingers held up in succession. Over and over. As the Irish clawed their way back into the game and took the lead, we heard this. Over and over. People were getting so pissed he actually was visited by an usher at one point and told to shut the fuck up or he would be gone. He settled down a bit after that. We serenaded him out of the stadium with four fingers held up, shouting "We play four quarters too!"
Fun times at the Big House.
I have added "We play four quarters" at the bottom of my mogoblog thingy so I can remember this always.