You mean the game where the ref blocked Tim Brown in the most bizarre step up I've ever seen from a ref? Dude nearly ran to get into place to knock Brown out of the way for Hasty to make the pick.

Graduating from college, getting engaged, and starting my career.

I was 30 years old. Working my ass off in private practice.

December of 1995 I was a dorky high school senior who had applied to KU and was just finishing out my time before I could move on to bigger and better things.

I was 15... not quite old enough to drive... stuck at home alone alot...

We'll just leave it at: Lots and lots of SNES.

twice as much as 1985

I had an awesome bachelor house that me and my buddy bought in an estate sale from a retired judge's wife. We bought in in 1992, renovated the hell out of it as he is a builder/remodeler, had two fireplaces, giant bar, sunroom, garden, basement unfinished but dry as a bone, 3BR/ 2 BR, den, living room. Large extended while brick ranch. Community we lived in was top notch at the time.

I had a refrigerator in the garage that had nothing but Heineken in it filled to the brim, about 4 cases.

He was a bartender on the side in one of the Jersey Shore clubs and he brought back women all the time as he liked to party, he still does at 65.

I had so many women I was dating and fooling around with the place need a turnstyle. Sometimes 2 a day. Place became legendary.

I had a lot of professional athletes there for parties or meetings. Darryl Dawkins came to one and my father and sister loved listening to his stories. He also held my friends new born daughter in one hand. She looked like a small squash.

My buddy still owns the place and built an incredible second floor and remodeled almost the whole place. Now it's up to like 3,500 sq ft.

The 80's and 90's were an incredible time for me......

Heineken? **** that shit! PABST BLUE RIBBON!

In 1995 I took a 6th grade class trip to Washington DC. Hell of a lot of fun. It was also a heartbreaking sports year. The Chiefs had a great season in 1995 but of course ended up blowing it thanks to Lin Elliott.

It was also the year I said "I LOVE NICK ANDERSON" when he stole the ball from Michael Jordan to win a game and beat the Chicago Bulls in a 7 game series. A week or so later I had the exact opposite sentiment when the same Nick Anderson missed 4 free throws while up by 3 points in the closing seconds of game 1 of the finals. Which of COURSE ended up ****ing them.

Launching my career.

I had been working since 13 and had just got a job at Six Flags Magic Mountain. Where the following year I got to escort (not blow) a sweet high schooler entering the NBA draft. 💜💜

Also had been on the "internet" long enough to know that guys are gross.

1985 was in 5th grade. Probably playing Oregon Trail on the Apple II.
1995 I was either working or at the gym

I can still hear Marv Albert's call on that play, followed by little bitch Chris Collinsworth crying and bitching about the official being in the way and Tim Brown colliding with him caused the INT.

Hostetler.....INTERCEPTED! Picked off by Hasty! JAMES HASTY! With Hostetler back.....Hasty going just short.....NO HES IN!! HES IN FOR THE WINNING TOUCHDOWN!!

Marty kisses Hasty on the forehead and says " If they knew you were gonna do that to them, AL Davis would've offered you a helluva lot more money."

Probably saw that game from my freshman dorm room.