I was at this trainwreck of a Nitro from Fargo, North Dakota. They had a bus full of beer-fueled Canadians, and no Monday Night Jericho shirts to be found. The Hollyood Hogan bandanas we ended up buying were much less fun.
3 high points of the show: Seeing the Armstrong brothers win a match, getting the small child sitting behind us to boo Goldberg, and the guy who paased out on the bus and missed the show (his friend gave us the rest of his beer after he passed out, since he clearly did not need it).