The world turned upside down
At 4am, fiancé long asleep, I stayed glued to the TV. I pored over every replay, every interview, every shot of Downtown Cleveland celebrating. My favorite thing was how they did so in a complete daze, wandering the streets like giddy zombies. There were no fires, no flipped cars, no riots erupting from 52 years of angst. Cleveland police said they only arrested five people the whole night. This fanbase had no remote idea how to even react to success.
That continued at the parade. I drove eight hours overnight to celebrate with my family at home. Objectively, the entire thing was a mess, but what can you expect when you throw a party with 1.3 million people on two days notice? No one really cared, anyway. We were just happy to finally have something to celebrate together.