My first senior year at CU, I picked up senior section tickets and departed the south end zone. It was an exodus that lasted slightly less than one half of football.
Now you may remember that Coach McCartney--though sainted retroactively--was considered by many to be a poor game-day coach (ahhhh, how silly that seems now). After one particularly fruitless series in the season home opener, I shared my displeasure by shouting, "Jesus H. Christ on a ****ing pogo stick, you ****ing ****-bag, asshat, McCartney. Pull your stupid ****ing head out of your goddamn ass!!!" (in retrospect, I may have personally been behind his decision to commit to the Promise-Keepers full time--but you know, I was 21 years-old).
So some girl, about five rows ahead of me, turned around and said, "Well, I guess you said every bad word there, didn't you?!"
To which I responded, "At least I didn't say, "C*nt!"
I then retreated to the student section, where I clearly belonged.