I will never forget the end of that ‘99 GT game. I was 14. Calvin Pace came around the end untouched and destroyed Joe Hamilton to end the game. I jumped over the front wall of the east side stadium (before there was a cheerleader platform) don’t know how I didn’t break anything. I ran straight for the goalpost, faster than I had ever run in my life. I was directly beneath Sankey as he straddled the crossbar. I kept jumping up and touching his foot. From behind, and I still have no clue who, but some player just grabbed me and hurled me up in the air. I was hanging from the cross bar for my life. It was bouncing violently, cold and wet, but nothing was going to keep me from hanging on. I was in heaven. When it finally came down I was totally engulfed in a mob of people, most of whom were these enormous players. I couldn’t see over or through anyone. It was so tightly packed I couldn’t even lift my arms. But it was absolutely the greatest sports moment in my young life.