No, please, I don't even want to know what it would have looked like had it gone through. Just thinking about it now - as something that cannot be changed - is hard enough. It'd be like a woman having a miscarriage and 10 years later getting to see a picture of what her son or daughter *would have* looked like. Ugh.
I just remember getting off the couch and getting on my knees to pray to God that Norwood make that kick (I actually used the couch as a makeshift pew to put my elbows on and lace my fingers together). When he missed I burst into tears and my mom sort of walked over, got me on my feet, and walked me to my bedroom (I was 10). She told me something like "Someone had to win and someone had to lose" but I was just misearable.