Your greatest sports memory with family.

[pstall]

In the spirit of Christmas and the holidays it's always a great time to go you remember that game conversations when you are with family.

Just a few from me.

Bro and I watching Larry Bird perform his end of game magic vs the Pistons in Game 5 1988. He steals the inbound pass and dishes to Dennis Johnson and my bro and I go insane.

Next year Bird again. My mom finally remarries after being a single mom for 20 yrs. At the reception myself and brother and other ushers in the wedding and guests are at the bar watching the epic showdown between Bird and Dominique Wilkins. Unreal.

Game 6 of the 86 World Series. Me and two buddies were listening to the game while out drinking and doing umm, other narcotics when the cops show up. I call my mom and she comes and gets us and my grandmother orders me to go hit the hay.

Except my buddies and my bro and the rest of the family stay up watching the game. Little by little as the drama builds I come out of my room and we watch that haunting error by Bill Buckner.

Man I got tons.

[CarolinaNCSU]

Sadly I don't have many. My mom could care less about sports, my brother doesn't care much, and my dad just works all the time/cheers for different teams.

Probably the coolest thing though was for my birthday when I was in kindergarten or 1st grade, but my family surprised me with tickets to see a Bulls/76ers exhibition game in Chapel Hill. Getting to see Jordan and a rookie AI, even if it was an exhibition, was pretty cool for 6 year old me.

[GAme]

christian laettner hitting the shot at Duke. I just remember my dad going absolutely nuts.

[Kettle]

My first as a spectator didn't come until this year. I went to the week 2 game vs the saints along with my Dad and uncle as well as a friend. We all hit the huddle tailgate to eat and drink our fill before going into to see the season's first win.

As a participant though I had many as a kid. My dad was at every little league practice and game pushing me on and rooting for me, and always one of the first to slap my helmet when I made a big play. Those would have to be the greatest.

[Panthro]

I skipped a rugby camp, where I was pretty much assured a spot playing for North Carolina All Star Team, a better than 75% chance of playing for the regional South team and from there a chance to try out to be an All American, to play in front of my grandfather. He wanted to see me play once before he passed away. He told me that over the phone and told me when he could make it down from Michigan.

One of my favorite memories I have was the hug I got after the game from him.

[pstall]

my late grandmother had this uncanny knack to know when a game was over, even if tons of time was left. she could be watching with me and my buddies, didn't matter the sport. she would pick up her cup of coffee and in her southern drawl go, "well, this has done got plum lopsided". we go yeah right theres like x # of mins left or it's only the 2nd quarter. sure enough that little old lady was right.

[Raskle]

2003 Playoff game with St Louis. The entire game, my family was giving me crap about how the Panthers were going to lose, almost on a play by play basis. Back and forth, back and forth, etc. Such an emotional game to begin with, add in snarky comments, and it became something else entirely.

It's the first time I ever almost decked my brother since we had been kids, lol. But it did make it that much more memorable.

[nickzz]

scoring 11 goals in my 1st grade soccer game

[pstall]

i had a uncle visit from baltimore i hadn't seen in yrs who saw me score 4 goals in an under 16 match. i was on fire.

[Darth Biscuit]

Oh man, I have a ton...

My dad coaching my team to a little league championship...

My grandfather, who I loved dearly came to every baseball game I ever payed which was probably like 250.

Winning golf tournaments with my dad...

Going to the Masters with my dad...

Taking my kids to their first Panthers game...

[bigjohn]

As I player. my junior year in high school we were playing a team that was much better than us. I was the 7th man early in the season, but played real well that game (in fact, I started every game after this one). I think I had 12 points and 10 rebounds or something like that and we were down three in the last few seconds. I got an open three and it went all the way down and back out. I was devestated. After I got home, my dad walked in the kitchen, looked at me and said "That last shot just wouldn't go down would it". He smiled his little smile, then walked out of the room. He was a man of few words, but I knew by the way he said it he was very proud of how I played.

As a spectator, we got to see the Hornets the first year they were in existence. We were on the very last row, and saw us beat the Knicks. This was two days after Christmas I think. Awesome.

And then I took him to a Master practice round for his retirement. We played a round at a cheap golf course on the way down, watched the NCAA basketball championship that night, and stay on the course for the whole next day. He loves golf (I couldn't care less about it but we had a great time and it was great seeing how happy he was).

Great idea for a topic pstall.

[Davidson Deac II]

My son and I have watched many games together. The best was when Wake beat Duke during their Orange bowl season. Wake won because Duke missed a fg that was basically an extra point. Number two was Florida State playing at Wake Forest in Feb of 2004 (when Chris Paul was playing). They were down by 15 with 10 minutes to play, but Wake outscored the Seminoles 30-15 over the final 10 to get it into overtime. And Wake won it in OT.

But now my son is playing JV basketball for his high school team, so far and away the best moment was when he scored his first basket for the school.

[ladypanther]

Sadly, I cannot remember this, but treasure it. My father was in the Navy stationed in Boston when I was ages 1-5. I have quite a few memories of that time, and wish I could remember this one. I was the first born, and my father wanted a boy...settled for what he got. When I was 3 or 4...he took me to a couple of Red Sox games, where I got to see Carl Yastrzemski play. He loved hearing me trying to say Yastrzemski. I do remember he asking me in front of his friends, who my favorite baseball player was. (At the time I did not understand why they laughed when I told them.)

I am sure that my love of sports comes from my relationship with my father. Our last Christmas together was 1987.

[toldozer]

John Kasay's winning fg I think in ot. Against an undefeated colts team, in Indy, with my brother and his wife. During the superbowl season.