My earliest memory from my childhood happens to be my most cherished. I had just turned five years old, it was October of 1990. My dad had grown up in Cincinnati and was a die hard Reds fan, and he passed that on to me. Against the wishes of my mom, my dad let me stay up to watch game four of the World Series between our Reds and the Oakland Athletics. I remember it like it was yesterday. Carney Lansford popped up to Todd Benzinger in foul ground just off of first base for the final out. Although my dad and I were in our living room in Louisville we celebrated as if we were on the field of the Coliseum with the team. We jumped up and down, we screamed, and we cried with joy. I will always remember that as the most precious time with my dad. Well, last night the Louisville Cardinals game that same memory to my son. My son just turned five, just like me when the Reds won it all. I woke him up with a few minutes remaining in the game, and he told me he didn't want to get up, but i made him. When he finally came through the grogginess of the sleep, he asked me if the Cards were winning. Then he was into it. Although we were in our living room in southern Indiana, it was like we were in the Georgia Dome with the team. As the free throws fell and the seconds ticked off we started our celebration that lasted several hours. We jumped up and down, we screamed, and we cried with joy. As I was putting him back to bed he rolled over and said to me, "Dad, that was the best night of my life." His words choked me up, and all I could manage was, "Me too buddy." I look forward to the day that he can tell his sons about the time his dad got him out of bed at midnight to celebrate the 2013 National Championship. And I also hope that he has the chance to share this joy with his sons. I am thankful to this Louisville team for taking my most cherish memory as a child, and making it his.