The game ended and, where I was watching from, it sounded like everyone opened their windows and started screaming at once. Whoops, growls, shrieks, like we'd all come out of our hillside caves to holler victory, which was kind of the case.

Then we walked down Broadway, past parked police cruisers with lights flashing on every other block. People high-fived us, people shouted Sea-HAWKS, people hung out car windows with raised fists, someone threw Marshawn-inspired Skittles on passersby, as if they were confetti. Then Pike Street:

Someone climbed the sign marking the intersection of Pike and 10th and tried to direct cheers from there, but couldn't hang on very long. A number of people brought fireworks and shot them off, not always very well. A bottle rocket strafed the crowd. Another one arced nicely over it. Then a small circle cleared in the middle, a bang, some smoke, and then above us several huge, white starbursts. Everyone went crazy. Cigars were handed out. Cheap champagne was shaken and sprayed. More straight guys hugged each other on that street than I don't know when. People high-fived the police, who were hanging back and seemed as thrilled as everyone else. Someone crowd-surfed. Lots of people took turns waving the flag: