I was in our student section for a midweek SEC game in the early '90s that we lost and, in disgust, many of my cohorts threw stuff.
Late in the second half, the concession stands had given away or sold at a great discount a bunch of extra Hump Dogs and I clearly recall it raining weenies on the court for some time. They bounced across the hardwood and skidded underfoot of the retreating players and officials. It looked like Fantasy Land had sponsored a ***** door-buster giveaway. That was the end of any free and reduced lunch program on the Hump Dogs.
Talking about the throwing of **** is a lot like the kneeling for the anthem thing -- I hate to make much sport of something that could, in the very next instant, be us doing it. As we've seen just lately, it doesn't take many jabronis throwing beer in the outfield to make us look just as dumb as them.