I was in 7th grade and severely addicted to the Cavs. My school had an overnight camping field trip that weekend... I don't know why, since my middle school never organized anything cool for us before or since. All the boys were infuriated that it fell on the deciding game with the Bulls.
I remember a classmate listening to a walkman, telling the whole yellow school bus the bad news. All we really knew was Jordan hit a shot at the buzzer and the Cavs were knocked out of the playoffs. It wasn't until later that summer that I learned how gut-wrenching the game was... how well the cavs played all game, how Ehlo played the game of his life before The Shot, how poorly constructed our defense was for that terrible inbounds play... and I could go on.
I was furious for a while that I missed the game, but in time I gained perspective. In many ways, I'm glad I missed the critical low point of the franchise and the emotional drain that came with it. I look forward to doing anything and everything possible not to miss the day Lebron and Gilby stand before Stern, trophy in hand, spouting meaningless spots cliches while trying to catch thier collective breath.