Just, too, awesome. I was ten. Must've been a weekend game. I was with family visiting cousins in South Buffalo. I spent a good part of the evening hanging out and walking the neighborhood. We went back to my cousin's room to listen to the game. Of course, we all remember the goal. Philadelphia would get its revenge, soon.
And how about the dulcet Milt Ellis in the background ... as always.
Him: "It's alright, officer, I'm Pastor Fuzz! Get it, Pastor Fuzz ?!!?"
Me: "Huh?"
Rest in peace, Mark ....