Right around gate B37, I saw you in your Nike stretch Y long sleeve T-shirt and fashionable athletics pants (so probably not a CBer). I saw that middle aged Pillsbury of a Wyoming fan come up to you in his Porta-Potty theme colors. I saw him talk smack to you. And I heard you say "Don't bother me. I'm eating" and then put down your sunglasses. And I heard all those people waiting for the flight to Washington-Dulles laugh at the shut down as Mr Brown-n-Yellow quickly retreated into a Denver Duty Free and randomly began looking at women's perfume.