I see you baby. Shakin' that ass.
I obviously don't get out to concerts nearly as often as you do. And I almost never pay for reunion tours. But this one was a special case*.
You were soooo excited to be at Fenway, watching what must have been your favoritist band evah. You probably took the adorable little toy train to the park, and may have taken some vitamins before you left.
You bounced in your seat like a Happy Fun Ball on speed. Your dancing closely resembled a blend of aboriginal mating rituals and a two hour-long seizure. And when you threw open your shirt so your chest-sweat sprayed your neighbors as you twirled, the stage lights reflected off your pale skin like a hairy disco-ball.
I've seen you before. Maybe not you specifically, but a version of you. Of all the characters I see at concerts, you are my favorite. More than Motörhead T-Shirt Soundboard Guy. More than Smuggled Lighter "Free Bird" Yeller. Even more than Overweight Big Hair Air-Guitar Fist-Pumper.
I love you, Open-Shirt Crazy-Dancin' Super-Fan! Thanks for projecting your enthusiasm (in wet little rivulets) into the crowd, and making an already awesome concert that much better with your antics.
You are the BIGGEST POLICE FAN EVAH!! Rock on, Open-Shirt Crazy-Dancin' Super-Fan!
* There is one other special case. So Robert, Jimmy, and John, if you're reading this I want you to know that money is no object. I'll be in the front row, and Open-Shirt Crazy-Dancin' Super-Fan will be right there with me.