From the Tampa Tribune (via Military.com:
The crew of a military cargo jet landed at the wrong airport in Tampa in July, in part, because of fatigue, complacency and a lack of flight discipline, an Air Force investigation has found.
I almost did that once. I had dead-reckoned into OKC through 400 miles of clear though turbulent weather, and I was eager to put down at the first airfield I came to. (Greater OKC has several airports within a few miles of each other, and those miles go by fast when you're flying.) It took a while for the tower to figure out what I was doing, and I was on final approach when the call came in: Cessna charlie one-seventy-six november, be advised you are landing at the wrong airport! Oops.
But . . . jeebus, people, you're instrument-rated in the age of GPS. How frickin' fatigued do you have to have to be to screw this up all the way to touchdown?