My son was 4 months old. I remember after the INT I had to go lock myself in my office so I didn't scream and wake up my kid. A few weeks before that I had a horrible time getting him to sleep. We beat SF to get into the playoffs and me and the family went bonkers, and then the kid was crying. It is funny now, but at that age, it felt like he'd never go to sleep.... good memories now. I miss those days. Now he's 9 and only wants to know the final score, and wants me to rewind any time Golden Tate makes a catch so he can see him do a funky dance at the end.