And obviously game 7 in 1997. Right as the Marlins did their comeback to tie it I finished one of those enormous souvenir buckets of soda. And then wouldn't leave my seat even though I had to pee. I swear hitting the urinal was almost the satisfying as the win.
I was getting my kids through bath time, so I was only halfway paying attention, but I went , shit, Jazz must be hurt now too. There's no other reason he would've pulled him here, right? Apparently I was wrong 🤦