Was listening on the radio on the drive to the in-laws. We arrived as the 4th quarter began. (Now I have to tell you they live in a nice, post-WWII style farmhouse). The entire family gathered in the dimly, but warmly lit family room. The fire was burning. We turned on the radio and sat quietly and listened like it was Franklin D. Roosevelt speaking after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Nary a word was said, nor a sound made, except new beers being cracked open. Finally, when it was over, my FIL turned of the radio and gasped "well that was something."