like many, at my house.. recording every second and enjoying that more than almost anything else in life at the time
94- Home...I had my rockets gear up, lucky beer bottles (empty) on the table, hangin' with the wife and a life long friend of mine who had watched with me the near misses at the hands of Seattle for the last couple-few years, my lucky dog in the room. Screaming at the top of our lungs... at each other, at friends calling on the phone... and we watched the news talkin about all the crowds gathering at Richmond... It was truly awesome. Middle of the night, full throttle party right down Richmond. We hung near Fountainview, I believe (Taco Cabana?). Good times and good crowd. Having heard so many other cities going into riot mode for championships in other cities recently, we were a bit concerned about going, but it was a thing of beauty. Everyone was happy, nothing but happiness and pride. It was a very proud moment for our city... and everyone got along like we were one big team. It was an impressive display all in all. I even heard some traffic stopped on the Loop and people were getting out and cheering... maybe to look at the crowd developing below just outside the loop headed for richmond? who knows... On a side note, I DID hear a gunshot (bit too close for comfort), see a cop on horseback chase the shooter and jump a hedge, and saw someone get squished a bit between two cars on accident (separate incidents). No, I was not involved in either....but, no one got very injured that I saw, everyone was cool, and we partied til we couldn't stand up anymore. For 95, we were feeling deluxe and expectations were high by the time we rode into the finals... Hakeem just seemed unstoppable. After the first win, I carried a broom in my car and shook it at everyone I saw, out the window. By the end, we rented a room at that hotel that used to be "The Lion" I think, but now it's Hotel Derek. Screaming as they won and grabbing our foam fingers as we left the hotel, we walked down to that sports store in the Galleria area (Academy? OShmans?), got our championship gear, and partied all night again. It was again a thing of beauty, but I must say it wasn't the same as that first taste... So here we are again, hoping to get a chance at chasing that dragon, eh? Well, crazier things have happened! Go Rockets!!!!
I was in a bar in Lander Wyoming finishing up my field work for my Geology degree ...I think the locals became Knicks fans that week, just cause they were tired of me rolling into the bars and screeming for the Rockets for two and a half hours straight
I remember that I really didn't watch basketball until the Rockets made it to the Finals that year. I was like 6 years old at the time and it was the first games I saw. Since then, I've watched the Rockets through the ups and downs.
Sounds about right, grade and all. First thing I did was call my uncle (who was also ecstatic) and yell and scream,
i was at home watching the game with my father and little brother. I was 17 and my litte bro 14. After the trophey ceremony, my dad loaded us onto the back of the truck and we drove through our neighborhood screaming and honking at everyone we saw.
I was 9 years old, I was watching but not knowing a lot about the rockets, I started to watch and play basketball in mid 93. I was happy that the rockets won, but I didnt do nothing special.
At the game, 1st row, upper prom, (forgot which section maybe 228, first year to have full season tickets) pretty intense game to watch and finally went alittle crazy when Max hit the three.... Still really didn't celebrate till the buzzer went off.
I was working as a Supervisor at a warehouse where we were one of the distribution centers that helped in the launch of Windows 95! Ah..the memories. I can tell you this. I cried when I saw that we finally won a championship. I was so freakin happy. All the Knick fans were just so confident. But, like 110th, thats where I grew to respect the Knicks and their fans. They are so, so, passionate. When I use to go to the Garden back then and even now, the chants of DEFENSE! DEFENSE! are so, so loud that it actually gives you goosebumps. The Garden rocks when the Knicks are good and I actually want them to be good....so we can whoop their asses one more time. So, lets relive Good Ole Days!
I was watching it at home with my dad. Game 6 was a nightmare though. I was on a plane on the way back to Houston from the northeast. The pilot updated the score at halftime, the end of the 3rd quarter, and the end of the game. That wait between the end of the 3rd and the end of the game was probably the most nervous I've ever been in my life(the Rockets only led by 3 going into the final period).
At home for summer break having a crawfish boil on my birthday (6/12) watching the game and OJ run like a little girl! But we won and that is all that counts. I wish there was HD back then to see the Rockets whoop up on the Knicks!
I was 19 years old and working at YMCA Camp Mirror Lake in Spring, TX as a camp counselor. The camp director tried to tell me I had to work that night. I said, "You can fire me or do whatever you want, but I'm watching this game!" I watched the game in the staff lounge with some of the other counselors. When Max hit the 3, I knew. I started shouting like crazy. When it was over, I started crying. The rest of the people in the room thought I was nuts or something. But being a Rockets fan since '84, they just didn't know. They didn't get it. The more pain you went through as a Rockets fan, the sweeter that championship tasted. I stayed up all night, listening to the sweet sounds of horns honking and people screaming all the way from Houston. Anyone else remember that "Whoop, there it is!" Rockets Remix? Good stuff. Great thread, by the way.
