My grandfather bought his first “season tickets” before they called them that, back in the 1940s. When the Foundation was created he “answered the call” that first year and every other year until his passing turned the account over to my mom (and someday to me). Our seats are the we used when I was in HS. I graduated from UA in 87 and 89, so do the math 
Guy behind us moved into his seats a decade ago. He is loud. He doesn’t know the game of football as well as my seventh grade son. He uses abusive and foul language, not to mention struggles with subject-verb agreement (that has been a fun point to make out loud when trying to get him to shut up). He is always drunk. He can’t sing, but tries. He talks through the alma mater. He tries to whistle along with the fight song but it sounds like he is a sparrow having a seizure.
For 5-6 years he was pointed out to ushers for his behavior (the drunkenness and profanity; there is nothing an usher can do about him being a miserable human being). Nothing happened.
I finally turned around and motioned his wife over. This was about four years ago. I asked her if they had good health insurance and whether she carried documents with her to games. She said “of course I do.”
I told her the next time her husband (more polite for the folks I care about here than I was to the woman) gets out of line I am going to drag his ass to the parking lot and leave him in a pile of blood and bones for her to retrieve after the game. A ripple of applause broke out around us. He tried to play innocent but it diffused for a couple of years. His crew would sit him as far from me as possible and “shush” him if he got too far out of hand.
It kicked in again last year with him using profanity towards the coaches and former athletic director. I walked to the usher and put my hand on his shoulder, calmly telling him he was going to watch a grown man get his ass kicked if the usher didn’t move this guy for the rest of the game. I didn’t wait for an answer, tapping the drunk guy on the shoulder and telling him that he better hope the usher had followed me because I was getting ready to do some dental work on his face. The usher stepped in and pulled the guy under the stadium. His party followed shortly and they weren’t back for the rest of the game.
I asked a sheriff’s officer (not sure exactly but had that type of badge) why he tolerated an unruly, profane drunk at RRS. The officer said, “you have to let people have their fun.”
No, not when it interferes with a dozen people sitting around them.
Fast-forward to the Missouri game and my brother-in-law is with me. He is an OU grad and had never been to a UA game. Part way through the first quarter he turned to the drunk guy and offered, and I quote, “to help you jump off the side of the stadium.” The guy had the courage to ask the usher to intercede. The usher told the guy to move to some better seats the next section over.
I have written the Foundation with no luck (why should I be the one to move seats?) Ushers, at best, delay the inevitable - a confrontation. I am a really nice guy (this post might not indicate that, of course) and want everyone to enjoy the game. I wish the greatest crime was talking through the alma mater. The ushers are real good at checking to see if the elderly have the correct tickets but not checking for young people moving around the stadium to make a seat where one does not exist (the strap-on padded seats help with that). They do a fine job of saying “hello” and helping out someone who is sick or hurt. They are worthless when it comes to security. God forbid a real emergency breaks out.
A few years back, in the middle of the lull in problems, he was so drunk he fell down two rows - people stopped his fall or he would have been hurt badly. Nothing was done then either. Maybe I should have pushed the issue then. Heck, I helped him up and even went to the restroom for wet paper towels to help with a cut on his hand. So much for being nice.
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Rant over!
I am inclined to think that serving alcohol will actually help. Once it is legal to consume in RRS the effort to patrol public drunkenness will have to step up. I can’t wait - I want this guy to be able to enjoy the games with his family, just shut up and cheer. And, be somewhat sober.