Some guy in a white shirt is standing up and looking backwards; he blocks most of my wife's face.  I can see my sunglasses through his right armpit.  His shoulders block my daughter's father-in-law's face.  This guy and a woman in white in the same row are about the only people, other than the team, who seem clueless about the game and are not looking at the field at that point.  Perhaps, I'm lucky in that I could easily deny actually being there.