This was my original seat. Faces have been obscured to protect the nice folks on either side of me, but the problem should be fairly obvious.
After the excitement of the ten-run fifth inning, I realized I was doubled over with my elbows on my knees, looking and sweating for all the world like I had a bad case of the trots. We were so wedged in I wasn't even sure if it was my own sweat I was feeling.
Fortunately, the heat had driven off a lot of less intrepid fans, so I moved up a few rows and stretched out.
The haul (plus 2 other skeins of yarn that I already stashed):