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I was a pastor at a very large church thinking that Barkley and Dream still had enough steam to get it done. I guess my prayers were not answered.
I was 8 years old, and had the same routine for every rockets game until I was in high school. If it was a school night game: I had a basketball pillow, and a rockets hanging door basket. I wore either my clyde drexler or my olajuwon jersey EVERY game. I had a calendar with all the rockets games times and and what channel they were on. At timeouts I pretended I was drexler dunking from the freethrow line (which was actually 2 feet from my bedroom door haha) or doing the dream shake. I had to be quiet though usually in second half because lights out was around 10. If it was a weekend game: My dad and older brother (both huge rockets fans) joined me in my dads room as we watched all the games together on his tv. We moved my door hanging basket downstairs and would play a 21 game at halftime. I was also lucky enough to have my dad be a share holder of season tickets from 92-2000. So I was able to go to at least 10 games a season. The Houston Rockets are a major part of my childhood memories and mean more to me than any other houston sports franchise.
I was 14... man, if I knew it was the last time the Rockets got out of 1st round, I would have drilled the playoffs games in my mind because I hardly remember them.
I was 9... I remember breaking my leg on a Sunday afternoon. I watched one of the Rockets/Sonics semifinals games the very same night on my living room couch in a full leg plaster cast. The game was great, the cast was not.
Just finished up my freshman year of college, I remember watching the Eddie at the buzzer shot with my good friend and former orchestra director in Rice Village.
I agree with DaDakota that this is a great thread. I was 18 and was graduating high school that year. I am 30 now. I have always been a huge rockets fan, but back then I think I was a bit insane about the team! I also think I took it for granted that the Rockets were going to make it to the finals against the Bulls if they could beat the Sonics that year. At that time we actually owned the Jazz until that series. I was so happy when we got Barkley because he would be able to help us to finally beat the Sonics. Then the Jazz in the next round started their new strategy of flopping, elbows, etc. That team really had a personality change from that point forward around the league. Generally, have a lot of good memories from that year even though we did lose in the WCF.
14, freshman year in HS. I remember going to bed crying because I was so upset. then first period in Mr. Spengler's english class I just kept my head down the entire time and didnt say a single word. He had me speak to him after class he was worried something happened at home, when I told him he understood (he was also the high school baseball coach) why I was so depressed and said that he would let it slide today but I had to be better tomorrow.
Dude, I still remember that awful feeling - it was like my heart was literally ripped out and stomped on. One of those things I will never be able to get out of my mind, no matter how hard I try. Luckily, I was living alone but I remember going to bed screaming and cussing at the TV. Then as I laid in my bed, I had tears streaming down my cheeks because it hit me that the Rockets would probably not have such a great chance of winning a title. And considering that we gave the Bulls fits, I had felt really good about our chances of beating Jordan and the Bulls. I still remember also Barkley in the hallway of the Compaq center with tears in his eyes. I think he knew that he would never get another opportunity to try to win a ring - this was his last and best shot at attaining that. The only other times I can remember getting that emotionally upset when a team of mine lost was that #$@! bowl game in which Miami lost to Ohio State and Game 7 of the ALCS in which Aaron Boone hit that damn homer off Wakefield. And geez, I was 33, lol!
10 years ago I just immigrated from my country full of Serbian barbare raping women, killing tennagers and destroying my home country.
well... I'd rather the rockets close up shop than have to know anyone going throught that. Some things are light years more important than basketball, and I am glad to hear that you're safe here in the US.
