You sat next to Garman?
Zing!
We also had a drunk passer-outer near us. He showed up to his seat thirty minutes before kickoff triple-fisted. I thought, "Nice of him to bring his wife and buddy a beer." Nope, they were all for him.
He was glassy eyed in the 2nd quarter (after more trips to the beer stand) and passed out at the half. He got up at the start of the third and headed up for more booze. Came back down the aisle, clearly confused as to his seat location, and cruised right past his row. His wife got up to chase him down, got to the aisle and said, audibly, "Fuck it." and went back to her seat.
He reached the bottom of the aisle and started back up towards the top (beer now empty). His wife, presumably fearing another run to the beer stand, got up and escorted him to the concession stand. He returned with three hot dogs, a coke, and one pissed off woman.