I did what I was supposed to do. I talked to the usher. The problem was the usher acted like it was no big deal. She even encouraged the woman, who was visibly drunk by the way, to move back just a few rows knowing full well she didn't have a ticket for the section. To make matters worse, the Yankees fan behind me ratted me out so now I had the drunken woman with no ticket yelling at me while I sat in my seat. I immediately went to the usher once again, but I only felt like I was trying to explain to her how to do her job. Realizing that I was fighting a useless battle, I took the front row seat to stay out of shouting distance and continue to try and enjoy the game with my wife.