I wore blue underwear today. That may or may not have been completely irrelevant.
Time to collect my thoughts.
I really do believe, no matter how much of a cliché it is at this point, that what I witnessed tonight will be something I tell my grandchildren (or at least my friends' grandchildren) about. I'll remember where I was. I'll remember that I hit refresh on CNN.com almost manically all evening long, I'll remember calling Dad when Iowa went to Obama and said, "We were there at the beginning." I'll remember telling Roommate J when Virginia went to Obama, her absentee-voting victory dance around the room, and the realization two minutes later that Obama had won. Not just Virginia, but the Presidency.
I'll remember our sighs of relief, I'll remember watching John McCain's concession speech and explaining to HaHa and CC that, yes this means Obama won.
I'll remember watching coverage of Ebenezer Baptist Church and tearing up as the pastor spoke of the leaps and bounds from the civil rights movement to leading the free world.
Most of all I'll remember, with three minutes to go until Obama's acceptance speech, running outside with all three roommates and taking a victory lap around Holder courtyard, cheering at the tops of our lungs. People poked their heads out of doors and windows and cheered along with us. Catharsis doesn't even begin to describe it.
Then we came inside and watched the speech. I wish I had been there in Grant park. I've never been prouder of my home state.
Here's the main thing: for this, my third cognizant November 5th-after-an-election, I am happy with the choice my country made. And that means a lot.
I don't expect the next four years to be perfect--not by any means--I just expect them to be years when I can feel a hint of patriotism every once and awhile. I've been a political underdog all my adult life. It's time, to borrow a phrase, for a change.

Maybe this means next year the Orioles (or the Cubs!) will win the World Series.

Maybe not.