Where were you? Who were you with? Did you hug, kiss, cry, high-five, chest-bump, silly dance or just stand there paralyzed in disbelief?
Twenty-five years from now, you still will remember. You'll never forget your exact location or the spontaneous eruption of an entire state teleporting from despair to delirium in a blink of an eye.
You will remember Sunday as if it was yesterday because epic sports moments have that effect. They sear our minds, our hearts and our souls. Sometimes in painful ways, as Vikings fans know all too well.
Maybe that helps explain the volcanic release of euphoria. The Vikings walked right to the edge of the cliff again. More heartbreak loomed. Fans anticipated a painful outcome because that's how things always end. In misery.
But not this time. Nope, something magical happened, a perfect alignment of stars.
Ten seconds, one throw, one catch, a missed tackle, a sprint to ecstasy.
A day later you ask, did that really happen? Even though you've seen a replay of the Minneapolis Miracle, what, a hundred times by now? We've watched it so many times that it rolls through our mind's eye in slow motion.
Case Keenum lofts a pass downfield near the sideline. Stefon Diggs jumps and grabs it. Saints safety Marcus Williams does a flyby with his head down. Diggs turns, steadies himself and then pandemonium. Noise. Deafening noise. Like standing on a runaway with a 747 taking off.