This is beginning to get weird. We find our seats. Apart from the smell's source, the answers to the above questions slowly dawned on us. Pablo said slightly annoyed. Oh, Pablo, they must be here somewhere.
Lights go down.
And once again, the kids knew the chorus and rapped as bad-ass as their parents allowed. Wow, he's really balding. But that voice, that quintessential ring-announcer voice brought me right back to the days of Saturday morning wrestling and Apple Jacks. Now everyone in our section knew who the obligatory annoying people were. And they also knew we were too old to be the annoying people.