This game, I was guarding Wilson with my superglove. Which I did. So it hung in the air tantalizingly for what seemed minutes, before Wilson and I, between us, bobbled the ball approximately 10 times. Bouncing from arm to arm to head off my hand into his back and finally settling in my grip, I ran for the touchdown that turned the tide against the Urine. The hours were 2am, 12am, and 10pm, just for reference.
Street light is off.
I walk beneath it. It turns on. It remains on as I walk past. But on three separate nights with three separate lights, I've been freaked out. First night was just an afterthought.