So many great memories of that night. One that sticks out was the force play that Punto made, throwing to the plate on the slow chopper by Inge with the bases loaded in the top of the 12th. That was a great heads-up play. The image that will always be with me, though, was seeing the all the players come pouring out of the dugout as Gomez made the turn for home. The last memory I have in the Metrodome is celebrating that win - embracing my friends, high-fiving strangers, and being completely overwhelmed by the joy of the greatest ballgame I ever saw in person. I'll never forget 163.