Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Did that really happen??!?!?

As it happened, I found myself standing and cheering in the bar. As the text messages and phone calls rolled in, I was trying to remind myself that I cannot do backflips, so ignore the urge to attempt one. I high fived everyone in the place, whether they wanted to or not. I was drinking iced tea.

I immediately paid my bill and fled the scene. Every crappy song that came on the radio was my favorite. I left a crazed screaming message on my girlfriend's voicemail (who by the way, isn't a huge fan). Friends called and couldn't stop talking about the surrealness of this. It was a struggle to keep the speedometer around a legal level. I will admit, I felt a little wetness in my eyes. Unbelievable. How good can things get?

There will be much banter coming about who to pick, what this means to the franchise and the fans, and where to go from here. One of my first logical thoughts is that now I hope we can really trade Z-Bo without fear of talent loss (YES!). This can change everything. I will try to get to more thoughts when my feet touch the ground. Savor this Rip City.