I remember one year in college, we (meaning the collective student body of Ohio University) started a riot because the bars were forced to close an hour early. We meant business. I even had some friends get shot with those rubber bullets, and one friend got cut from a flying beer bottle. No joke — read about it here, or YouTube it. As a journalism student, I, of course, was an innocent bystander who was just watching the entire event unfold before my eyes because, well, I didn’t feel like going to bed. Go Bobcats!