I was 28, at home, watching. Sitting on the couch with my girlfriend Ileen and best friend Mike, and when the ball came off Mookies bat I got this immediate feeling, the sick in the stomach pit feeling, it's over. Then the ball went thru Buckner's legs and I lept off the couch like Lenny Dykstra hitting a walk off in the NLCS. I lept around the living room like that at least a dozen times, yelling "I don't believe it! I don't believe it!". At this point I looked more like Joe Carter's WS walkoff. I was just jumping all over.