Around here people don't understand college football at all. Besides the occasional BC fan, nobody has a team and schools don't do football the way we do it down south. Our friend Laura came over to watch some of the game with us and she was amazed by Bryant-Denny on TV. Brown has a few sets of bleachers, so its definitely different. We spend a lot of our time yelling at the tv, because thats what you do when you watch football. There was yelling, screaming, cursing and breaking out into cheers and the fight song. A good 20 minutes after Laura left us (and we had just scored a touchdown) we got a knock on the door. I was closest and didn't even get up because I assumed it was a friend or neighbors. Oh, it wasn't...it was a cop! He looked at us sitting on the couch and asked if everything was okay. We were both highly confused and said yes, we're watching football and our team is winning. The cop proceeded to tell us that he had a call and just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Well, at that moment everything was alright because we were winning by 10 points or so. He left and I went upstairs to see if it was them who called us. I knew it wasn't carmie and john because even if they were home they'd just come upstairs and see what was going on. Our upstairs neighbor Tom answered the door and I asked him if he called the cops, he did. Not because we were too loud, but because he heard yelling. I'm not sure about you, but every domestic dispute I hear about has cheering and singing of fight songs. I mean seriously. But whatever, it was pretty darn funny and my dad was right, at least they are concerned. I laughed so hard I cried a little bit. And if he ever tries to tell us that we're too loud I will start to tally the nights I can't sleep because they're too loud at 2:00AM. Take that dirty hippies.