here's one I wasn't there for but that I have indelible memories of. 1975. I was 5. we had recently moved from the flatlands in Honolulu up to a rental house in one of the nearby valleys. back then, tv signals were all through the air so, if you weren't in an area where you could get a signal, you had to get an aerial antennae on top of your house. we couldn't afford one at the time so we didn't have a TV. My dad, being a huge baseball fan, convinced my mom to go shopping at the huge mall (ala moana for those who are familiar) where he and I plopped ourselves in front of the TVs in the Sears basement for hours as game 6 (Game 6!!) of the World Series played out in front of us on twenty screens. 5 hours behind east coast time, we watched in sears (with popcorn from the nearby snackbar that Sears had) as Pudge willed the ball to stay fair and force a game 7