In the living room of the apartment I had moved into earlier that year when my first wife and I separated. I had a bunch of buddies over, we grilled steaks, drank beer, and watched the game. When Jones brought down Dyson, I was on my feet but wasn't sure whether he had gotten in. Then the ref came over and said "the game is over". I high-fived one of my buddies and sunk back into my seat and just said "phew". Those last few minutes of the game were seriously tense. It actually took a few minutes for it to sink in that yes, the Rams actually had won the Super Bowl.
The next morning was great, even though I was hung over. I was in the break room at work getting some coffee when another girl who worked there came in and casually asked me "how's it going?" "It's the best Monday morning of my entire life!" was my reply.