I'll never forget (I was 10 years old at the time btw), as the kick sailed, my father new immediately that it was no good, walked upstairs, hit the wall with an open hand and dented it and all night he sat in front of the stereo blasting Zeppelin Vol. IV, Slippery When Wet, And Black Sabbath's Master of Reality record...I got no sleep and became a Sabbath freak after that, so I guess a good thing came out of that night.
I personally would have taken a Super Bowl championship and listen to MC Hammer for the rest of my life, but hey, at least I got to see the Music City Miracle.