You know the type. By day, he's a counter clerk at AutoZone. He'll make sure you get the right wipers for your car and recommend that you rotate your tires more frequently. But in the evening, rather than taking his steady girl Angie out for a nice little dinner at Applebee's, he squanders all his spare money to buy front-row bleacher seats, downs 4 or 5 $11 Bud Lights, and then he morphs into this guy: The peripherals are so great in this shot. There's the guy behind Autozone Guy. He just repeats "F. You!" three times because after the second or third beer, that's all he can say. There's the guy to AZ's right, lovingly explaining to his kid how AZ interfered with a ball in play, and this is what we all aspire to. There's the guy one row back on the left, explaining the same to his kid in green. And speaking of peripherals, there's a guy next to Stogie McRingbrandish wearing a "Mets Suck" tee shirt, spoiling for a fight he can't win because he weighs in at about 120. But it's OK, because he's traveling with a pack.