For years, season-ticket holders across the league have paid top dollar to put up with the overlay of thuggery at games. The crudeness grows with colder weather and heightened alcohol intake, as bibulous loudmouths celebrate their primacy, pretending to be one with the muscular entertainment down on the field.
Yes, drunks suck (though I thought all those able to afford today's pricey tickets were supposed to be a better class of people), but there's something vaguely East German about mainstreamed snitching.
