Take the other night in Baltimore after Jets-Ravens.
Newsday colleague Tom Rock and I leave the press box at M & T Bank Stadium a little after 11 p.m., around four hours after Ray Lewis seals the Ravens' 20-13 win by intercepting Kellen Clemens' deflected pass in the endzone. 
We're looking for a cab back to the hotel. Can't find any around the stadium, so we start walking back. If worse comes to worse, the hotel is only a mile and half or so from the stadium, so we'll try and flag one down as we're walking.
We pass by Camden Yards, which is a few blocks from the Ravens' stadium, and there's a hotel and a couple of bars nearby, so we figure there will be a cab there.
Then we hear him.
It's a Ravens fan outside the bar with way too many beers in him just yelling at the top of his lungs and laughing with a buddy.
Then we see him.
The dude is wearing a Ray Lewis jersey on top, and nothing on the bottom. His shorts are down around his ankles as he faces the front window of the bar. Fortunately, we only catch a glimpse of "the moon."
Of course, in New Orleans, you can find similar scenes on every corner on Bourbon Street. But Baltimore?
Rock says I have to blog it.
I tell him I don't think I can bring myself to do it.
... I guess I just did.