Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes. Keep it as written, don't change a single word, but improve grammar where necessary.

Heading back from the bathroom I see one of my housemates--the one known for having the coolest shirt collection out of all of us, his propensity for enjoying music, and his inimitable brand of squealing and Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor-esque grunting, along with his passion for dancing--gently pressing a doll against his face, representing a dog with white fur. Perhaps he enjoys the softness of the fur. Maybe it helps him to calm down. He holds it for a while, before placing it back on a shelf that also has an action figure of Woody from the "Toy Story" series. I cannot immediately remember what else is there, so I get up for a moment to take a look. From my vantage point, the closest I can get safely without drawing attention to myself, it seems I was two-thirds of the way correct; the only other visible item is what appears to be a purple, or light pink, monkey doll. I know for a fact that he also has a black Batman mask, but I have not seen him wearing it for quite some time. Either he is saving it for Halloween, which is perfectly understandable, or it was confiscated by a parent or one of the staff members here at the Joshua House. I'm able to discern the sound of what I had mistakenly presumed to be shoes squeaking on the ground, but is in all probability this housemate gritting their teeth by force of habit. It's not a healthy trend to have, but perhaps as a consequence of the unique shape of his jawline he has become predisposed to this; his sister seems to have the very same issue, so I am sure it is a genetic idiosyncrasy. The gritting continues for a few moments, before coming to an abrupt stop. Just a moment earlier the sound of a podcast that I couldn't identify with a gun held to my head resonated from another housemate's phone, as she left her typical seat in the living room and retreated to her quarters, a space shared with yet another housemate who is celebrating her 23rd birthday today. On the television in the distance, a rerun of "The Brady Bunch" can be heard. It is a throwback to a bygone era, but remains one of the best time machines to get you back to the 1960s and early 70s, out of all the shows of that time period. It's right up there with "Gilligan's Island" in terms of being memorable and humorous, which is appropriate as both series were created by Sherwood Schwartz. I hear two alert sounds coming from my phone, and hesitate for a moment to pick it up and see who was daring to disturb the sanctity of my universe. I have an idea of who it was, and am quite excited. Ultimately, curiosity gets the better of me, and noticing I have two unread notifications in WhatsApp, I take a look to see to what they are pertinent. My presumption as to who had contacted me turns out to be absolutely correct; it is a coworker who recently went with yet another coworker to a Jonas Brothers concert. In addition to one notification clarifying where she had been, I can see them standing in front of a giant piece of art shaped like a guitar, covered with designs that represent a variety of international flags. "Wow!" I respond. I cannot trouble myself to put any more effort into the response, having already become vested in my own writing. I could get philosophical or reflective but it is more fun to simply have a simple conversation. She's a big kid at heart; though in fact she is several years older than me, she's like a little sister and big sister, all at the very same time. The 'shirt master' continues gritting his teeth, having done so a few moments ago only to stop again. Not long before that, he emitted another squeal of laughter. It happens in stops and starts with him, and he can become downright primal when his senses have received sufficient stimulation from whatever content he is absorbing on his computer. Another grunt comes out and I anticipate it will not be long before he has entered 'crazy mode' again. Earlier today, I actually saw him getting up from the floor not due to a fall but because he literally 'gets down' in the same sense as the late James Brown did. (All respect due to the Godfather of Soul.) He's a character in every way, and I love him just as if he were my very own brother. Sounds resonate from outside, most likely signifying that something has just been picked up or dropped off; today is not a trash pickup day, and no one is doing landscaping from what I can tell. More grinding. It's coming at a steady pace now, but eventually stops. A door is locked, though I couldn't possibly tell you what door it was. With as many doors as we have in the house it's anyone's guess. Not long ago, I fired up NFL '98, the last American football game released for the Sega Genesis. What a way to go out...along with Madden NFL '97 (and to a lesser degree '98), it is probably the best pro football simulator for the console. The engine builds on the excellence of NFL '95 and NFL Prime Time (so named for its endorsement by legendary multi-sport athlete Deion Sanders, who as of the time of writing is head coach of the Colorado Buffaloes of the NCAA), keeping everything that made those games good while enhancing the gameplay engine to the peak of smoothness. I was reminded of this game by searching for recently uploaded videos pertaining to the Sega Genesis, doing a general search so as not to skew the results, and the first video relating to a sports title happened to feature NFL '98. For now, Madden '92 will be taking a backseat to this game, though that game remains my 'baseline' football title, and one I will always add to a fresh Fusion 3.64 folder. I decided to do a CPU vs. CPU matchup between the Philadelphia Eagles and Oakland Raiders. You have the option of using 'revised rosters' (preseason rosters reflecting any trades made during the offseason) or the original 1996 rosters. Of course, I choose the original rosters; the '96 roster is absolutely better in my view than an inaccurate '97 one, though even that roster's better than what you get now. The Raiders weren't too great in 1996, finishing 7-9 (good for fourth place in the AFC West) with the head coach Mike White being fired. Despite finishing 7-9, the Raiders produced four Pro Bowlers, including wide receiver Tim Brown, who factored into the virtual game in an interesting way, as you will soon find out. The Eagles, on the other hand, did quite well in 1996, finishing 10-6 (good for second place in the NFC East) and earning a wild card game against the San Francisco 49ers which they lost 0-14. One of their three Pro Bowlers (Ricky Watters) ended up finishing the virtual game as MVP, rushing for 56 yards and keeping them in it the whole way. You may be asking yourself: who won? Well, there was no winner. After four quarters, there was no score; a field goal late in the second quarter that would have decided it for the Eagles was blocked by Aundray Bruce, and with less than 10 seconds left in overtime, Jeff Hostetler threw what could have been a game winner. Tim Brown caught it, only to be taken down less than five yards short of the end zone. The game ended in a scoreless 0-0 tie. Believe it or not, there have been a whopping 73 NFL games to end this way, but the last time this happened was on November 7, 1943, when the Lions and Giants battled to a draw at Briggs Stadium in Detroit. The Raiders and Eagles did not face each other in 1996, due to the way scheduling worked. If a scoreless tie had happened in 1996 it would have been the first such outcome in more than 50 years. If it should happen this season, by some unlikely miracle, it would end a more than 80-year drought. (It would probably piss a lot of fans and sports bettors off, too.) I plan to have the Raiders and Eagles face each other again in a rematch, with the winner facing the Denver Broncos (who won the AFC West in 1996, went 13-3, earned home field advantage throughout the AFC playoffs and were heavy favorites to go to the Super Bowl; they fell short against the Jacksonville Jaguars in one of the most stunning upsets in NFL history, but earned their redemption in the following two seasons, avenging the loss to the Jaguars in the 1997 playoffs and going on to win two Super Bowls in what turned out to be John Elway's final seasons with the team...talk about saving your best for last!). For now it's time to return to the bathroom, the place where I seem to do the majority of my thinking (or something that bears a vague resemblance to human thought).