My dad and I were going to see the Rockets. I was 11 and Blazer games were the best. We had season tickets, but at my young age I rarely won the lottery between my older brother and mother. Tonight was special, I stopped by the Eastbank Saloon with my dad for a drink. He knew the owner, and hid me behind the bar for breeze. We walked down to Memorial and I got a Sports Illustrated Terry Porter poster, before hitting the seats. Now I've been to a lot of sporting events in my time but I will never forget this night. Vernon Maxwell ran in to the stands and punched a portly man right in the face. It was across the floor from me, about 9 rows up, "Mad Max" made a mad dash right for this fat guy and laced his jaw with a fist. BOOM!