At the game, friend waited in line for tickets and his wife couldn't go, so I did. My oldest son was born during their playoff run.
Listening to the radio in Oregon...I can't remember exactly where we were camped but it was on the coast.
I was at what was supposed to be a party, but it was just a bunch of people watching some stupid basketball game. I hung out in the kitchen for a bit and drank all their beer. Only a couple years later did I become a fan. barfo
I was not even 2 weeks old, a baby baby, in my mom's arms as she watched the game with her dad... both of them were huge fans back then (both of them had the same favorite player: Maurice Lucas)
Still a newlywed. We drove all the way from Oregon City (pre I-205) to SE Portland so we could watch it in actual color (we only had a black and white TV....barely) at my parent's house. Had to practically wrestle my old man to get him to put the game on. But he finally got caught up in it all.......along with the rest of the neighborhood.