In my section there were very few Commander fans, but, in my row, there were three and a Cowboy fan all together. A big, fat, old black guy the row behind them started laying into one of the Commander fans toward the end of the game.
Surprisingly the Commander fan stood his ground yelling back. Friends of the Cowboy fan and the Commander fan got them calmed, but, the sniping continued for a while. Eventually I tired of his little show and grabbed the Commander fan who was shouting up to the Cowboy fan.
I pulled him to me and said “Time for you to go.” He realized he was about to be beaten unto death, and said, “ I don’t want no problem. He started it.” I just calmly said, “ Don’t care. It’s his house. You’re surrounded. Leave now.”
And he did.
As long as I’m at a game, Texas stadium won’t ever be a safe haven for all Commander fans. Respectful ones I’m good with. Ballsy ones get to whimper off as this one and his friends did. The benefits of being me.