I find it touching how emotionally invested White Sox fans get watching Cubs games they’re not involved in. 
I am ashamed to admit that I fell asleep on the couch and missed Tony Pena’s 2AM home run, which beat the Boston Red Sox in my Cleveland Indians’ first postseason game in 47 years.
Missed watching the Miracle on Ice live because I had a boy scout event that day. We lived on the Canadian border so everyone in our area was watching it live on CTV and I found out about the win on the drive home. Had to watch the spoiled, tape delayed game that night on ABC with everyone else in the US.
Didn’t happen to me (and may be apocryphal) but I heard of one Man U supporter listing in the car to the 1999 Champions League Final against B. Munich.
Man U. were 1-0 down entering the final minute. He enters the Blackwall tunnel under the Thames, loses the radio signal and in the time it took him to get through (a couple of minutes),
This happens…
I really hope it is true.
Not me but my Dad missed the awesome go-ahead try by Matt Dawson in the 1997 Lions v South Africa 1st Test by going to the toilet (where he dummies three Springboks with an improbable overhead and strolls over in the corner - Dawson that is - not my Dad; he played in the front row and was probably not capable of dummying anyone).
I did something similar. I was at a bar watching the game and the Hawks tied it up and the crowd was going nuts. I decided that would be the perfect time to IM my sister and congratulate her on getting a new job. Suddenly the crowd in the bar goes even more nuts. I missed the winning goal.
I watched that live - as you say the guy didn’t even need par to win (i.e. he could hit two shots over and still win.)
He played some wild shots, then ‘arrived’ in a brook (I should say burn as it was in Scotland )
He actually waded in and thought about hitting the ball floating on the water. :eek:
In the end he took 7 on a par 4 hole, and lost the playoff.
And my story is English Football League…
I’m a Spurs supporter (not the US team, this is Tottenham Hotspur from London.)
We were 0-1 down at home to Manchester City with two minutes to go.
My Dad and I decided to leave early to beat the rush (there was a crowd of 60,000 or so.)
As we left the ground, the first roar came. Spurs had equalised.
One minute later, Spurs scored again, and won 2-1.
I never left early again!
Last fall my soccer-playing daughter scored her first goal as a freshman on varsity, which was the winning goal of the first winning game of the season, in double overtime, ON HER BIRTHDAY.
It was an away game, so I missed it. 
On July 4, 1983, my whole family went to a game at Yankee Stadium - except I decided to go hiking instead. So, they got to see Dave Righetti pitch a no-hitter, and I didn’t.
Hijack - wait, Stan Smith was a real person, and not just some guy that made my tennis shoes when I was a kid?!
I was being operated on during the “tuck game”.
Damn DVR cutoff the very last minute of the 2011 Women’s World Cup (USA vs Brazil) with the equalizing header in literally the final ticks of the clock. I assumed USA had lost, and didn’t realize what I’d missed until seeing a headline the following day.
2011 World Series, Game 6.
I watched an incredible game on TV, seeing the Cardinals trying to hang on and prevent Texas from winning the Series title. I saw the Rangers take a two-run lead into the ninth and bring in their fireballing closer. I also saw David Freese’s fly ball over Nelson Cruz’ head (with St. Louis down to their final strike) that drove in two runs to tie the game. I also saw Josh Hamilton’s home run in the 10th that put Texas back in the lead by two runs.
And then … I turned off the TV.
That’s right. I figured the Cardinals were out of miracles, that Hamilton’s homer was a finishing retort to Freese’s triple, and the Series was done. Also, I had to be at work at 4:30 the next morning, and I really had to go to sleep. So, what did I miss? I missed another two-run comeback, another game-tying hit with the Cardinals down to their last strike again, and then I missed Freese’s game-winning home run in the 11th. Imagine my surprise listening to the sports radio update on my way to work the next morning.
So yeah, I watched most of one of the most exciting postseason games in history. I just didn’t see the last two innings. My son (who did watch the whole thing in his college dorm room) will never let me forget it.
I certainly hope for your sake that the surgeon didn’t drop the scalpel in the snow and have the ref rule it an incomplete pass.
I just could not watch Game 6 of the 1992 World Series. I was physically unable to do so. I drove around listening to it after the Braves tied it.
I missed (on TV) nearly all of the excitement September 18, 2006 because I switched channels in the eight inning, with San Diego leading the Dodgers 9-5. When I finally decided to switch back to check out the post-game show, I was greeted by an image of fans in the right field bleachers jumping up and down like mad because the Dodgers had just hit the last of their back-to-back-to-back-to-back homeruns, tying the game! I turned off the game again in disgust when they gave up a run in the top of the 10th, but fortunately, I turned back in time to see Nomar hit the two-run walk-off in the bottom half of the inning.
I have never felt as bad as my dear friend and coworker, though, who is nearly as much of a Dodger die-hard as I am. She and her husband were actually AT the game, but in what is a real rarity for her, she decided to leave in the 7th because she was tired. She didn’t even want to talk to me the next day. And I’ve never let her forget it. 