So Friday night, there was this, then this. Then last night, there was this (better story here). The game was over, but no one left the stadium for a good half hour. We stumbled home, and I staggered to bed around five, bidding good night to our slices of Orange Nation, sprawled and napping on various bits of furniture.
So today, there's this to consider. If Peyton wins, perfect end to a perfect weekend. If not, well, it's still a damned fine time to be young, free, and alive, all at the same time.