Technically, I wasn’t tossed, I was asked to leave. Some frat boy was trying to be a one man mosh pit, and after about the sixth time that he jumped into the band’s one speaker almost knocking it over, I put a hand on his shoulder and told him to settle down. He went and told a bouncer.
Of course, the frat boy and four of his brothers followed me out and tried to jump me as I was crossing Pugh St. Fortunately, they were stupid enough to do it right in front of a parked police car and nothing happened.