I was 7 years old, and obsessed with the flames already, I was watching by myself in the basement as there was a scare about my grandmother having cancer so we had some family members over consoling my mother (it was a false alarm then though it was eventually cancer/tumour that killed her ~25 years later).
I don't remember much about the game itself now, but remember vividly counting down the last part of the 3rd period with my finger tips touching the tv screen. I wanted to be as close to the moment as possible as I just knew it was going to be epic.
Low and behold, it's my favourite sports memory, as I approach 40. The 2004 run was a close second, but I only got to enjoy it from afar, as I was living in Toronto by then.
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