I had an odd revelation midway through the third quarter of the Penn State-West Virginia game. At the time, the Lions had a 14-7 lead, and had just begun the drive that would put them up 21-7, and provide them enough cushion to win the game. But at the time, the game was still in doubt.
And I was relaxed.
I was at a sports bar with my father-in-law, eating wings, and drinking a beer. The game was on three quarters of the TVs in the room, so I could glance in virtually any direction and see what was going on.