Back in 2010, a young man who had recently turned 21, and thus should totally have known his own consumption limits, went to a Phillies game and got a little bit over-the-top drunk with some friends. After an off-duty police officer and his 16-year-old daughter had the audacity to ask them to keep the noise down (especially since his 11-year-old daughter was present as well), the young chaps responded by hurling beer and their own spit at the family. Shockingly, this resulted in one of the drunk assholes getting kicked out of the stadium.
But the protagonist in our tale would not stand for this injustice. He proudly announced to his friends that he was about to pull some grand maneuver, then reached into his throat and projectile vomited on the 11-year-old.
On the charge of public intoxication the verdict simply read "No shit."
Between this incident, the fact that the Eagles' stadium once housed a temporary courthouse in a maintenance room to process drunk lunatics, Philadelphia sports fans' penchant for throwing batteries, and that one time Eagles fans booed Santa Claus, there's a strong case that -- despite possessing some of the nation's most byzantine booze laws -- the City of Brotherly Love should raise the minimum drinking age to 105.