At home (Near Owensboro)
Had 7 year old twin boys, already hardened UK fans.
IIRC it was a late game time on a school night.
At halftime, Mrs. Rockford decreed it was bedtime for the Young Cats.
Papa Rock concurred, because we were hopelessly behind anyway and I had some things to do to prepare for work the next day.
Plus, I knew, as the boys did, one of them had a TV in their room and they would do the old "fake sleep” trick and watch anyway. Mrs. Rockford retired for the night.
So, while sitting at the computer, I heard one son call out from across the house:
Son: “Dad, we’re down twenty"
Dad: (Without looking up). “That’s nice, go to bed"
Several minutes later
Son: “Dad, we’re down ten"
Dad: (Stops working, looks up). “How much time?"
So, needless to say, the viewing on the big TV in the living room was renewed.
When Walter hit the gamer, me and the Twin Rocks were jumping up and down, shouting and screaming.
Mrs. Rockford, awakened from her hibernation, came out and joined the party.
Good, good times.
BTW, in the last 15:44 UK scored 62 points.