I remember it vividly. I was out mowing the lawn which was odd since I never mow the lawn on Sunday. Also because it was 9:30 PM, pitch black outside and the ground was covered in snow. My wife yells out "Norwood is lining up for the game winning kick! Get your ass inside, I want a divorce". That's when it dawns on me, "oh S@#$! The super bowl is on!!". I run inside, drunker than a priest, trip over the dog, which again was odd since we didn't have a dog at the time, and smash my head on the coffee table. When I come to, they tell me Norwood missed the kick and my wife packed a bag and took off to her mothers place. I named the dog Scotty!