Did you hear the Screaming?

It was me, screaming in mental anguish as I was forced to root for the Patriots last night. I wasn't home for most of the game, but we flipped it on and there were about 5 minutes left in the 4th quarter as I was preparing to head over to a friends house to hang out for a while.
It looked like the Patriots were really going to have to PUSH to get anything done. So I left the house, head hanging and drove over to my friends. Thinking the whole time 'DAMMIT PATRIOTS! GET IT DONE!'. It felt like betrayal - as if I'd been rooting for the Nicks back in the Reggie Miller-PACERS days. BLASPHEMY. But I couldn't help it. I know, and everyone else seems to know, Indy couldn't stop that San Diego run. It wouldn't happen. So I was forced to root for the damn Patriots.
When I got to Roni's, the game was on and everyone was GLUED to it. "THE GAME IS TIED!" they announced when I walked in.
I nearly choked. COME ON PATRIOTS! WIN THIS GAME! Everyone else was rooting for San Diego - as they declared themselves sick of the the Patriots.
I think it was the closest I ever came to actually PRAYING for a victory (I don't pray for victories though, if God doesn't have better stuff to do than help out pro sports teams I'm completely disgusted).
And when everyone else screamed "OH NO!" I screamed "YES YES YES YES YES!!!!" and other happy joyful things. I think I did a little dance.

Now, the AFC championship had better be OURS. GO GOLTS!