They pack you in long tables perpendicular to the stage. You can't move, seriously...even to turn your chair a bit because they fit you in like sardines to make every possible buck they can. And because the stage is always to your right or left, you can't help but get a stiff neck!
Try this: Set a standard kitchen chair 90 degrees from your TV. Put another chair alongside you to your left and your right so that they're touching your chair. Put your kids in those chairs, but make them wear "big person suits" and let them get drunk for the first time. Put your dog on your lap for good measure. Order a Miller Lite from your wife (playing the role of waitress) but shout the order at the top of your lungs. Pay $12 when she comes back (including tip because she's a waitress and, after all, you have a fantasy that something might happen later). Now turn towards the TV for two hours and enjoy it, dammit.
After, avoid the two guys in the parking lot that are fighting over YOUR waitress, and wait your turn (about 40 minutes worth) to get out of the $20 parking lot with one exit. Fight with your wife (Julie now playing herself) over the hour-long drive home (just keep going around the block for the sake of the demonstration) because she thinks the waitress was flirting with you (which we all know was true, dammit).
Get to bed late and try to get comfortable with your still-stiff neck.
::::::: No disrespect to Axiom, but my favorite woofer is my yellow lab :::::::