When it was 28-3, I stopped drinking beer, and cracked open a bottle of Maker' Mark. They kept scoring,so I kept drinking. It was a great finish, both the game, and my sobriety. Actually, even with the drinking, I was pretty alert through the game, and afterward during the ceremonies, though my wife said my volume kept rising, both me hollering, and raising the TV volume. The only thing I did wrong, apparently, was try to stand up afterward. I don't remember that part, but my wife did. I woke up asleep on the floor, with a blanket dropped over me. Sigh.
But no matter the score, I stick around and watch. I wear the laundry, and I'll be faithful to my team as long as I have breath.