Believe it or not, it could've been worse. How you ask? I had a Stone IPA clone on tap that came out pretty freakin' marvelous. Man did I love drinking that beer.
Well, I like to allow my buddies to tap a home brew every now and then and one of them asked and I (regrettably) said yes. He commenced to fill his glass and I was somewhere within ear shot when I heard the dreaded sound of CO2 escaping from a perlick faucet.
To his credit, he felt bad and offered me the beer. That's a good dude! I, also trying to be a good dude, told him not to sweat it and keep the beer. But, I think my voice cracked! THAT is worse than killing the keg yourself.
Fortunately I had planned ahead for this type of disaster. I walked over to my kegerator, opened it up, and tapped a fresh keg of a pale ale I had waiting in there!