Tick- toc I'm bound and tied the bass comes how, my team has lost!

It goes not my way and I just look away, I'm deep within.

Far from it all I step into a wave of brass -

loud, blasting a grasp to blow away the now.

Screeching up a piercing feel, It can't be so.

No outrageous joy from within.

Can't hold back flutting here and there.

Awaiting the high which never stands.

The Sounds of me when my team doesn't win,

This describes me well.  

Now you know and how I tell.