I was on a plane heading to LA and could only see the score on the ESPN ticker. "Ah, this game is over". Stupid me. I hadn't quite learned to never get too complacent no matter the opponent.
Upon arrival and turning on my cell phone, I started receiving messages from family and friends saying stuff like, "I can't believe this öööö" and "öööö this ööööing öööö of a game", etc.
Spent the whole ride up the 405 reading stingtalk and keeping an eye on gamecast trying to not öööö my pants. They finally won the game upon arrival to my actual destination. Lucky for me, my tighty whities stayed nice and clean (relatively speaking).