CSB: I was living in College Station at the time and was in the middle of throwing a Halloween party. Everyone was inside my house listening to the game. Everyone there, save for me, was an aggy. We hear the call, someone turned off the radio... worst party ever. People stayed, but it was a somber event despite copious amounts of alcohol. But the party wasn't a complete loss. One of the attendees brought her boyfriend to the party. The boyfriend's WIFE found out about the party and waited at the entrance of my street, which was a cul-de-sac, and blocked his leaving via cars filled with the wife's brothers. They proceeded to pull him and attendee out of the car, kick his ass and demo his car. Police were called which brought the shit party to a complete stop and all my neighbors and party guests to the front yard. There was a cherry on top of this shit sundae though. My friend was drinking the misery of losing to Baylor for about 3 hours straight, got completely smashed... and when the cops were in my front yard taking statements from witnesses, he comes running from the back yard with his fake badge and fake gun drawn yelling that he can help "nab the bastards that stole all the booze!" completely dressed as Lt. Dangle from Reno 911. The cops laughed their asses off for a good 2 minutes then went on their way.
That's what I think about when I hear that call.