How about Spurs games?
I keep some Pistons games. In April of 2002, they clinched their first division le in 12 years and Ben Wallace sat out allowing Zelly Rebraca to have a damn-near triple-double in his place.
I can't watch that game without thinking about pulling out of the parking lot of Crittenton Hospital in Rochester on a dark, rainy night where all you could see through the fog of the windows were the orange street lights. I'm taken back to that night because I had spent a day-long vigil over my Grandmother's bed. She died 4 days later of eso eal cancer.
I remember staying up late in the basement at the house I grew up in with my brother asleep on the couch next to me watching the Pistons-Kings on the west coast. I couldn't hear the basketball game because the volume was low, and my parents were standing over my head on the main floor having a heated argument about something. Research allows me to pinpoint the date to March 14, 1992 or about six months before my father moved out of the house.
That's not wierd, is it?