In one of my Spring 2001 religion classes, we informed the professor on the Thursday prior to the Final Four (this was a Tuesday-Thursday class) that it was customary to cancel classes the day after a Duke national championship, whereupon he responded, wryly he thought, "Well then, I hope we lose."
To this day, that's the closest I believe I've ever come to seeing a human being torn limb from limb by a hostile mob.