My very first Cal college basketball game was hilarious. We played at Cleveland State in November of 2002 in front of a mostly empty arena. Due to the fact that no one was there, every word in the arena could be heard. Among them was a guy who sat right behind our bench and berated us the whole night. It wasn’t bad, though, because he was clever as hell.
“What the hell is American Studies and why are eight of you majoring in it?!”
We were dying laughing. Everything he said was true, insulting, and entertaining.