This is true for one of my nephews. He almost peed in his pants at the Cajundome one night because he was terrified that the Pepper was waiting for him on the concourse. I had to eventually carry him to the bathroom with him screaming, "Noooooo! HE'S UP THERE!!" like Satan himself was waiting. I tortured him for a long time with cries of, "Is that THE PEPPER, I see?" at all sporting events. Cuz I'm evil like that.