saintfan

I know what you mean. I just slid off the couch fell to the floor. Laying there on my back with my dog. Staring up at the ceiling, listening to the announcer, and for a little moment there telling myself "holy crap we actually won."

Then I get up and go outside, dog in tow, and call my mother, then sister, then brother, and we're all so far beyond excited/amazed we're literally crying.

I love a great game, but that one, and the championship game that preceded it, damn near killed me. I wanted it so bad and I guess I never really thought it would happen.

C'mon Man...