Let me begin with a disclaimer: It didn’t take much thought to come up with the subject for this blog.

I simply stole Scott Carson’s idea.

On Thursday, Carson celebrated the 15th anniversary of Joe Carter’s home run by inviting your recollections of that evening.

Now I want to hear from you again.

Sixteen years ago today, Mike Timlin flipped to Carter for the final out of the ’92 Series. Carter’s blast was dramatic and exciting, but there’s something magical about the first time.

I was working for the CBC at the time and had been assigned to cover an equestrian event in Halifax. Knowing I would not be anywhere near Toronto (or Atlanta) if the Series went six or seven games, I made sure to attend Game 3. I bought a ticket from a scalper for $125 and sat in a front-row seat in the outfield bleachers. I was so close to Devon White when he made that incredible catch I could have given him a high-five on the way down.

We caught Game 6 on a big screen television at a bar called “The Graduate” near St. Mary’s University in Halifax. As you know, watching your favourite team win a championship (especially after years of ineptitude and a couple of close calls) is euphoric.

The place was packed and I, admittedly, had a terrific beer-buzz. The floor seemed to rise when Dave Winfield hit the go-ahead double and exploded when the final out was made in the bottom of the 11th.

I was so excited, I started making out with a female co-worker.

Later, after hundreds of people spilled into the streets of Halifax, I tried to help a mob flip a taxi with the driver still in the car, two hands firmly gripping the wheel.

About that time, it dawned on me: this isn’t Toronto, this is Halifax. We’re 1,800 kilometres from the home of the Blue Jays. If Philadelphia wins the World Series, do they go bonkers – 1,800 kilometres away – in Kansas City?

Likely not.

That’s my memory of ’92.

What’s yours? Let me know below.