[troutman]

A group of us watched that game in Aeneas's walk-out basement. We would have been around 19 years old at the time. We rotated around between each other's homes based on which place seemed lucky at the time. There was a portable shrine of Flames merch that we brought with us to surround the TV.

When Smith "scored" I was too anxious to watch the rest of the game, believing the Oilers would surely score. I went out in the back yard (I think Aeneas did too) and we waited in agony for our other friends to finally tell us the Flames held on.

We piled in the back of a friend's pick-up truck, and headed downtown, waving Flames flags. Might have gone to the airport too. We ended up at a "gentleman's club" on 16th ave - was that Franky and Johnnys? What happened there, stays there.


And the Flames did the Habs a giant favor. I don't see any way they would have beat that Oilers team.