For those of us over 40, it’s probably a 90s game with Barry Sanders doing his thing. I didn’t get to see much of those, because in 1990 I started going to Thanksgiving at my then-girlfriend/now-wife’s immigrant grandparents house, and that old Italian nonna ruled with an iron fist and there was no TV during the meal. After we ate I adopted my father-in-law’s strategy of pretending to fall asleep on the couch so I wouldn’t have to talk to the racist uncles.

So I’d say the 2003 game when we beat Brett Favre.