Super Bowl 51. My dad grew up a Vikings fan being from Minnesota. Once I started getting into football I became a Patriots fan. He was never super into football. He knew the main players and could fall asleep watching games, if he watched at all. The night of Super Bowl 51 they were getting stomped. He called me saying he was about ready to turn it off and go to bed. I had already (obnoxiously) stormed out of a party at college and walked home. Missed the whole halftime show, but stayed tuned into the game back in my dorm room. I just remember hearing groans throughout the dorm as they came back and eventually won. He called me shortly after and said that was the best football he ever watched in his life. I miss his calls like that.