We still make fun of my dad because he threw the remote (it had tape on the back of it for the next year at least, lol) and stormed upstairs to his office for some sad glasses of wine when we went down 15.
Said he couldn't handle another Sweet Sixteen/Elite Eight exit by another great Illini team, especially one this great. He still listened to the game on the radio up there, but he couldn't bring himself to watch.
Needless to say, he came running back downstairs when he heard my mom, my sister (fourth grade) and me (seventh grade) screaming our heads off as we closed the gap! I think he came back down when we were down 8, so we all got to see the chaotic last minute or so together. That was SO crazy. Back in the days of the land line, we had at least four people call us to talk about that game, and they kept getting busy lines because someone else was calling us freaking out.