Oh my gosh, I hate myself for this. This is a stupid, stupid comma error, and if it weren't for the fact that it is among my biggest pet peeves in the world, I wouldn't have posted my own reply. To anyone who doesn't see anything wrong, when using a coordinating conjunction to connect a dependent clause to the end of an independent clause, you do NOT use a comma. The comma/conjunction combination is only used with two independent clauses. Oh man, I can't BELIEVE I made that error.
I was working a summer job as a movie theater usher. The night of the game, I had to work so I brought a portable tv set and camped out in the concession stand with it. It was a weeknight so there were almost no customers and it was easy to get away with doing almost no work
17 years old at the time. My girlfriend's stepdad owned a minority share of the Rox, so they had seats right behind Bill and Calvin, right next to the ZZ Top dude. Got to go to one game in the finals. Rest of the time I was watching it with my friends
LOVE these threads!! I had a rehearsal for a church gig I was playing at the time. Who schedules a rehearsal on the same night as Game 7??? Anyway, the director realized he was fighting an uphill battle that he couldn't win by keeping us there, so he finally came to his senses and let us go early. Jackass. So I drove from Tomball to Huntsville (where I went to school) in about 20 minutes flat while listening to Geno's call on a quickly dissappearing signal. Got back to my apartment just in time to see Vernon nail that 3. Started screaming so loud that my neighbor banged on the wall. Needless to say, I kept screaming. In 95, I learned my lesson and got to watch the clinching game at a bar with a bunch of friends. Good times.
I watched it with all my family (well really we had veiwing parties every night not just for the last game), I was still too young to hit the bars but man it was great and I remember floating on air for weeks after that win.
Watched it in Fuzzy's Pizza in the Village. I can still see Max hitting the 3, clear as day. After the game, I went down to the Summit. I was able to walk in, and go down to the court where they were still conducting postgame interviews. I stood under the net that Kenny Smith had cut down, and just let it soak in.
I was 17-18 during the title runs and both times I was on Richmond! 1994: At Barry's Pizza, then ALL over the strip going crazy on the streets with everyone. 1995: Richmond at Outback Pub with everyone with their brooms driving around and screaming! Then slept an hour and went straight to my internship downtown!
I was in the heart of enemy territory. I was in NYC. I was watching the game in my friends apartment, painted with War paint on my face which was actually a friend's lipstick she let us use for our spontaneous desire to go tribal with it. A group of us Tex-Patriots were dancing around the apartment and screaming so loud that the neighbors, who knew from the previous games which side we were cheering for, came up and asked us to hold it down. I think some of it was bitterness that their side had lost the game. It was exciting. It was a great feeling knowing that the team I was loyal to had won after all the trashtalking and ignorance shown by the NY fans.
I watched game 1 in Taiwan, followed games 2 and 4 in Hong Kong where I couldn't get access to the games since I had no idea where to go. I actually walked down the street to buy their English newspapers to keep up with the situation, screamed into the HK streets after READING about the Cassell shot. I actually got to watch games 5 and 6... in Malaysia in Kuala Lumpur. That was pretty interesting. I then got back to HK just in time to call my aunt in Houston and asked about the game. I wasn't happy that I had to miss everything. Oh yeah, I delayed my flight to Taiwan to 3 hours later to catch game 1.
Memphis Tn. irratating the hell our of my housemate (and his daughter), whom was from Atlanta and had NO, ZERO, ZIP interest in basketball. Damn sure fun bouncing of the walls during that playoff. RR
I was 12 at the time and I was watching the game with my family. I couldn't remember if it was Ellie or Maxwell that hit that big three near the end of the game, but all I remember is a huge three was made that put us up for good. After that three, we just erupted and were screaming at the top of our lungs. Then, the next thing that I remembered was my father saying we should celebrate by grabbing some ice cream. It's funny the small details one remembers.
I was in the Copper Tank bar in Austin, and when the final ticks went off the clock, I was crying. Man, what a day !! DD
I was in China, being a merry 5 year old . My dad was watching Hakeem though, if that counts for anything.
Rockets party at a family friend's house. He was a great cook, we'd have chicken taquitos or fajitas with homemade flour tortillas for every game. We had about 10-15 people for every game. Man those were good times. I remember when Starks took that shot in game 6 and Hakeem blocked it. Man we all screamed out in horror and suddenly were ecstatic!
I was in Chicago for my first year of college. I watched in the dorm lounge. It was kinda crappy being in Chicago, because the town was still beside itself with Michael Jordan. Just a bunch of asterisk bull****.
I was in NYC. Saw a game at MSG - game 3. Paid a bundle. Not great seats. Had a Rockets hat but was intimidated to put it on, when I did - no one seemed to notice and people seemed ok with me being a ROckets fan...at first but not towards then end. When people were cursing me and I had a hot dog thrown at me. Some guys said they would be waiting outside. When I cheered once everyone told me to sit down and all. And win we won....how sweet it was! I could see that my giddyness just made everyone so angry and pissed off even more. I escaped MSG alive and intact, and wore my Red and Gold cap proudly out the building. Then game 5 - never got to see half of it becuase of OJ. But hey, what a series. And how great was it to watch it in NYC. To see the fans talk about it, to FEAR the Rockets 3-point shooting, to admit Hakeem was better than Patrick...and to enjoy their pain and all the John Starks jokes. The radio made fun of Spike Lee...."Remember Spike, Vernon Maxwell carries a gun!" Good stuff.
I was at the game at the Summit. Talk about the greatest moment as a Rockets fan. The place was rocking that night and I lost my voice that night. The only down moment that night was watching my boy John Starks go down like he did. Of course I wanted the Rockets to win but I wanted to see him do well. I played in the backcourt with him in junior high. After the game it was down to Richmond where the motto for the fellas was "Show some titty for Clutch City". Be amazed at how many girls did it. Oh yeah the only reason I was able to have tickets for that game because a friend of friend was getting married that weekend and he asked if we wanted game 6 or game 7 tickets. Of course with the Rockets down 3 to 2 the easy choice was game 7 since that would be the only way we could win the championship. We paid 100 per ticket that was 25.00 I believe. We probably could have scalped the tix for 300 dollars but we definitely wanted to be in the Summit for the once in a lifetime moment.
