Saw Currie walk right in front of us on the mismatched-colored "endzone of death" last Saturday. Wanted to PI the living crap out of him, but he made sure he was flanked by his two small children as an obvious, yet effective, buffer. It's apparent that he's accustomed to being harassed by the way he hurriedly scurried by, staring at his feet the whole way, never looking up.