Like many fans, I have hollered at my television during football games. I have yelled from my sofa. I have yelled from a totally different room. I have even shouted after falling to my knees in disbelief.
After the Lamb drop, I was shouting with my face an INCH away from the tv screen, with every expletive I have learned in my five decades of life. For three freaking minutes.
Usually my wife will ask what the bleep is wrong with me. She just let me go off.
Maybe she was sacred I would destroy the tv.