At Wednesday night's match, those of us in Section 110 and adjacent sections were treated to the security guards escorting out a young man who dared to bring a trumpet into the stadium. The man had had the audacity to wave the trumpet over his head and attempt to lead the crowd in cheering for the Revs! He was allowed to return shortly thereafter, sans trumpet. Quiet was thus restored. In fact it was so quiet that, from my seat 20 rows up, I could hear the words of Jim Rooney from the center circle as he barked at the linesman for the blown offside call leading to Henderson's goal. My son refers to CMGI as "the Morgue." I think of it more as a new shopping mall: no one shouts in a mall. In any case, it doesn't seem much like a sports stadium. I'm thinking of moving to the Fort. At least there are some live bodies over there. Maybe they won't stare at me in disbelief and disgust when I give the linesman or the ref a piece of my mind.