I came home from the library today, and standing in the parking lot, I could hear screaming coming out of the upper floor of our apartment building. I stopped, listening, to try and figure out if it was kids screwing around, or really noisy sex, or a domestic disturbance. My first reaction was 'domestic disturbance', and I'm not normally paranoid - that's really what it sounded like. Turned out it wasn't any of those things.
They were watching the Steelers game.
Giant sports bar. The entire city. Not joking. (They lost to the Bengals. I assume that's what the screaming was about.)
The husbeast informs me that at work today (he's discovering the joy of overtime - not something he got in the Navy) every single radio in the plant had the game on. And as he put it, "it's a big plant!"