We ended up in a loge area where we were the only Cyclones in the middle of mostly Illini, with a few non-combatants mixed in. The guy next to me was nice enough and his girlfriend was sweet and a very enthusiastic fan but knew nothing about basketball. After ten minutes of her screaming "THAT'S A FOUL!" every time a Cyclone touched an Illini, her boyfriend finally started saying "No...it wasn't " It was really kind of funny. The drunks in the back two rows were another story, but I'm not going to judge a fan base by a few inebriated fans.