I was 6 years old in 91, my Dad took me to game 7 (we drove up from Nebraska, halfway up to see game 6 at a famiies friends house and the rest of the way the next day) My mom and he decided that I should go instead of her, and damn if it wasn't the most amazing night ever! I remember the game so,so,so well for being so young, especially the part where I needed to take a "pee" in the 8th inning and had to wait until the game was over, in case we miss the big play. Gene Larkin hits the game winning hit, we celebrate for 2 minutes, run to the bathroom, come back and celebrate for another 30 minutes. Felll asleep in the back of the car driving out of Minneapolis/downtown during the celebration. I will never forget it, I can't even imagine how freaking awesome it would be now that I am an adult and can fully comprehend the situation. Especially since I have pledged to buy my dad and younger brother (who wasn't even born in 91) world series tickets when (not if) the Twins make it again.