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2 days ago marked the 20 year anniversary of Stockton hitting the game winner to send the Utah Jazz to the NBA finals. I was 14 years old watching the game in my parents basement in Toronto Canada with my purple mountain Stockton jersey going wild. Where were you guys when the shot went down? How did you feel ?

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I was in the family room of the main house I lived in growing up ('89-'97). My parents were there and possibly two of my brothers. Great experience.

Other good moments from buzzer beaters include (not to same scale) the Joe Johnson shot and stayed up late to watch the Gaines shot. I missed Memo's shot against San Antonio.
 
infection said:
I was in the family room of the main house I lived in growing up ('89-'97). My parents were there and possibly two of my brothers. Great experience.

Other good moments from buzzer beaters include (not to same scale) the Joe Johnson shot and stayed up late to watch the Gaines shot. I missed Memo's shot against San Antonio.
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Yep saw Johnson, saw Gaines, saw Hayward, Hood etc

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I was living in Salt Lake, in a apartment, around 28 years old... About scared the neighbors to death cause I yelled so loud when the the shot went in. What a great night.
Went out to the airport to welcome the team home along with a bunch of others at around 3am or so. Just a fun moment for me in Jazz history.


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UtahJazz32 said:
2 days ago marked the 20 year anniversary of Stockton hitting the game winner to send the Utah Jazz to the NBA finals. I was 14 years old watching the game in my parents basement in Toronto Canada with my purple mountain Stockton jersey going wild. Where were you guys when the shot went down? How did you feel ?

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Must be awfully nostalgic to still be watching the games from the same spot as having witnessed the shot.
 
I remember I was at a bar with this drunk sanitation worker talking to me the whole time while I was trying to concentrate on the game. Being the superstituous person I am, I went back to the same bar to watch game 1 of the Finals, hoping that the same guy would be there and it would lead to the same results. But he wasn't there and the Jazz lose Game 1 in the Finals on a Jordan buzzer beater. I never saw that guy again...I blame him for the Jazz not winning the title that year.
 
I've told this story here several times, but I was in my bedroom pouting because just before that the Jazz got what I thought was a BS call and I felt like the refs were trying to give the game to Houston.

My girlfriend (wife now) was over watching the game with me and my parents. We had one of those old school big *** satellite dishes and we'd pick the game up on the feed. My dad and I watched every game together that we could, and when I was at work, I worked in the electronics dept at Shopko, I'd have the radios on display tuned into Hot Rod calling the game and if there was a really big play I'd call my dad and get his take since I wasn't watching it.

But for Stockton's big shot I was in my room pouting because of what I thought was a bad call. I hear my mom in particular go nuts and all of them erupt. I ran back upstairs to get a recap.

Yeah, I'm really dumb a lot of the time.
 
Bulletproof said:
I've told this story here several times, but I was in my bedroom pouting because just before that the Jazz got what I thought was a BS call and I felt like the refs were trying to give the game to Houston.

My girlfriend (wife now) was over watching the game with me and my parents. We had one of those old school big *** satellite dishes and we'd pick the game up on the feed. My dad and I watched every game together that we could, and when I was at work, I worked in the electronics dept at Shopko, I'd have the radios on display tuned into Hot Rod calling the game and if there was a really big play I'd call my dad and get his take since I wasn't watching it.

But for Stockton's big shot I was in my room pouting because of what I thought was a bad call. I hear my mom in particular go nuts and all of them erupt. I ran back upstairs to get a recap.

Yeah, I'm really dumb a lot of the time.
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Probably the biggest mistake of your life. Lmao
 
I was in my living room with my wife, my parents, and my sister and BIL. We had a Jazz part that night for that game. It was an awesome game. We jumped up and knocked the couch over. Then ran around the living room hooting and yelling. It was surreal. I will never forget it. It will probably be the one story I keep telling my grandkids over and over when they come visit me when I have alzheimers.
 
I was a highschool Junior. I was watching the game in my buddy's basement in the U of U/Foothills area. As the Jazz started chipping away at Houston's (13 point?) lead with like 5 minutes to go, you could just feel something was happening. When Stockton made the shot, it was arguably one of the greatest experiences of my life, lol (Wait... is my life lame?).

I loved it.
 
I was in college, but at home watching the game with my parents. The three of us went nuts. What a moment. Even better, perhaps, than the shot was the reaction from the team -- John and Jerry in particular. I'll never forget it.
 
I was working on a world civ project that I put off 'cause I do that. Was having my mom help me since I was late with it but ignoring it and watching the game.
 
Wont get into too much detail but I was in Kuwait and to me it felt like fate that I luckily was back on a base and was able to go to the rec room (for ice cream) AND that they had the game on, I was only there for the last 5min of the game but it was the best ice cream cone and sweetest victory I can remember.
 
I was 9, my best friend had left right before the game had started and we made a huge mess with my legos. I remember watching the game in my room while cleaning up the mountain of a mess. I thought it was over until my favorite athlete of all time hits that shot. I jumped and cheered and heard my dad from the living room cheering. He ran to my room celebrating. It was pretty awesome. I will never forget it
 
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