Back in 1996, after Texas beat A&M 51-15, my girlfriend and I went down to dirty 6th. There were about 400 happy Longhorns celebrating in Maggie Mae's when two total redneck-looking Aggies walked in with their dates. At first everybody was chill but after 15-20 minutes some of the Longhorns start giving the Aggies a hard time about the game. This one Aggie starts flipping the bird to everybody in the bar, saying "FUCK you, Texas. FUCK YOU, f*ggots!" etc ... I mean, these two dudes are outnumbered 400-2. Before they could get their asses beat down, the bartender grabs one of them and says "Look, asshole. You may not care if you get your asses beat to a bloody pulp but it's not going to happen in my bar. If you're aiming to take on everybody in this here, you're going to have to do it out in the street." Somehow, that got through to this guy. His immense stupidity was broken through and he realized that his odds in a fight against 400 drunk Longhorns were not good. He stopped and they left. But he really was in a crowded bar, on 6th street, after a massive Texas victory, trying to challenge the entire assembled Longhorn crowd.