It was Christmas Eve, 2005. Nathan Mallet sat about 20 rows up at midfield behind the Browns' bench as the Steelers pounded the Browns, 41-0, at Cleveland Browns Stadium. Worse, there were lots of Pittsburgh fans in his section.
"I had a little too much to drink,'' he said, "and one thing kind of led to another.''
Mallett somehow avoided security, dashed on to the field and bounced up and down, arms raised, as if he'd just scored a touchdown.
In mid-celebration, Harrison grabbed the 6-0, 200-pound Mallett from behind and body-slammed him to the turf like he was wrasslin' a steer.