My city is steeped in madness at the moment.

I sat on my back porch after the game, listening to the sounds of a community unified in the spirit of celebration. I hear fireworks and car horns. I hear people laughing. I here singing. I’d be willing to bet the game had somewhere between a 90-95 Nielsen share here (the NFC Championship game had an 80 share).

Essentially, it is chaos.

I hope we keep our cool and that there isn’t any rioting. I really don’t think we are that kind of community, but you never really know. I can guarantee you that Gasparilla next weekend will be utter and complete chaos.

My reaction is quite sedate in contrast.

I’m not sure what exactly it is that I’m feeling. Part of me doesn’t really believe it’s true. I’ve been a Bucs fan since I was in preschool. My mother and father brainwashed me into becoming an entirely different creature when I watch the Bucs. I scream and holler and swear and my friends think that I’m going to have a coronary.

But here. Tonight. I’m kind of numb to it. I don’t feel the elation that I thought I would. (ahhh…watching the news…fight near the stadium…hope it wasn’t bad)

Maybe winning isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Or maybe I’m just tired.