I was 17 years old at the time of this game. When my opponent resigned, he
asked me if I was a grandmaster!!!! Quite flattering at the time!
This game was played about half a year after Fischer defeated Spassky. Of course, I thought I was going to be the next Bobby Fischer. Never happened, but...
In 1994, more than 21 years later, I attended my high school reunion. Three math teachers approached me and said that they still remembered that game when I sacrificed my queen! That's the closest to immortality that I will achieve. Again, quite flattering. Having kept a score of all my serious games (as any tourney player does), I mailed them a copy of my gem.
Of course, the teachers have by now seen that I got three pieces for the queen, making it not a sacrifice, but merely a very good combination. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the memory, and sharing it at my reunion.