So Texas just won the Rose Bowl. I went outside directly afterwards and listened a bit to the screaming.
Triumphant screams. Next door, down the street, across the way, house behind us. One would go up into the night and two would answer it. Mom said it was like dogs howling at each other, and I agree.
It's still going on.
Heard one pop of fireworks, but didn't see 'em, and haven't heard anything since. Sanity. What a concept.