'91 NBA Finals. 11 years old. Watching MJ Version 2 dismantle my GOAT MJ Version 1 and my Lakers was the first time I had ever felt emotion while watching a sporting event. Even at that age I knew I was seeing my squad in The Finals for the last time for a while. I just knew Magic was on his way out...just didn't know it was going to happen the way it did.
Superbowl XXX. I was 15 years old and it was the first time I had ever gotten a chance to witness The Steelers in the Superbowl. Seeing Rod Woodson come back from that ACL injury he suffered at the hands of Barry Sanders and Neil O'Donnell throw it all away (literally) was too much for me. That defense played their asses off and actually held that Cowboys team in check but Mr. O'Donnell gave that shyt away