I was going to make a post about that jackhole, but you beat me to it. The sad thing about him was his son (younger kid) was an OU fan and kept trying to tell him to stop doing it, but he wouldn't.
He got mad with about a minute left when the Texas Sucks chant was started and my extended arm went across his face with the horns thrown down. Instead of walking across us down the aisle, he hopped over the top of his chair and onto the concourse (we sit on the top row).
This jerkoff was also talking loudly on his cell phone to someone about the game during Toby Keith's song at halftime. "I knew they'd come out hot. We'll get 'em in the second half." I'm a lover, not a fighter, or else I would have smashed him.
And then I had a 400-pound Texas fan to my right whose side fat, shoulders and arms were hanging over the arm rest into my seat space. Gotta love sitting in the OU donor section. Nobody sits in those seats next to us but for the Texas and OSU games, and they are always OSU and somehow Texas fans. Ugh.