My dad graduated from UT in 1941. Was in his first semester of his master's when Pearl Harbor was attacked, he resigned his position as editor of the Daily Texas and enlisted. After the war he settled in NYC to do a Madison Ave advertising gig. Years later I came along. I had been to the campus a few times visiting from NY and loved it, but had no interest in football whatsoever. When I graduated high school, I had never been to a high school, college, or pro game. Transferred to UT after doing 2 years in a shitty upstate NY school.
First day in Austin in 1981, potluck roommate from the metroplex asks me if I'm going to the game on Saturday. I tell him I wasn't planning to. He said "you don't come to UT and not go to football games." He took my ID and put it in with his group and drew for tickets. I didn't argue with him, figured I should check out the craziness at least once.
Come Saturday, I could not believe all the tailgating and pre-game stuff. I entered the stadium and was blown away by all the colors, pageantry, traditions, the band, everything. It was love at first site. Went to pretty much every home game and quite a few ou games during my student days. Went to the Cotton Bowl where we lost to Georgia and missed a shot at the NC.
Fast forward to 2006. Best game I had ever been to up to that time was the Michigan Rose Bowl. 1 year and 4 days later I went to an even better one. I've had season tickets for 25 years. Tomorrow I'll go to the game and meet my 3rd generation senior Longhorn twins sitting in the student section for drinks afterwards.