I think at this point Feitelberg is batting below the Mendoza Line with successful stage dives. Every other song the kid is out there just jumping straight onto the pavement. The funniest part is that it always seems to happen to Feitelberg. Devlin just gets passed around and put back on the ground nice and gently. Feitelberg is right along side him and the crowd avoids him like the plague. And theres no way the crowd even know who’s who. Sometimes its Devlin in the cow suit, sometimes its Feitelberg. Sometimes its the canary, sometimes the frog. Nobody knows whether its Devlin or Feits. But come time to jump the crowd just senses it and they part like the Red Sea. Its like fate wants Feitelberg to eat dance floor night after night.