Hah Baht Dem Stillers?

If I thought my city had gone mad before, it was nothing like it is now. Within seconds of the end of the Super Bowl, people were running down the street of my old Pittsburgh neighborhood, waving Terrible Towels and yelling. Horns were honking, fireworks were going off. An impromptu party with hundreds of people -- including their kids and dogs -- gathered in our neighborhood business district to sing, dance, meet and greet (whether they knew you or not). It's 25 degrees and the snow is still coming down, and from inside I can still hear the horns, yells and fireworks (more than an hour after the game).

For any Huff Post readers who want to take this as a Super Bowl thread, have at it. I'm heading to another party. (Hey, yinz, no badmouthing Seattle.)