So, in 1992 or 1993, I got talked into going to the Cotton Bowl with a law school buddy in town for the game, without a ticket. Historically, below-face tickets were easy to acquire outside the fairgrounds, but we were having no such luck. No one was selling a single, and they all wanted too much for their pairs or threes.
So, I went in, had my corn dogs and wax cup beers thinking after the game started a ticket would be easily acquired at reasonable cost, or, failing that, I could watch the first half sitting at a picnic table in front of the CB on someone's portable TV, which seemed to be a thing back then. Also, that was about the time they started stamping you if you went out at halftime, so a ticket stub was not guaranteed admission to the second half.
I was hungover to begin with and had several wax cup beers. After kickoff, friend went in and there was no one outside the CB and no one materialized with a portable TV. Or with cheap tickets.
So, I wandered over to the lagoon and sat down with my back against a tree and proceeded to nod off/pass out. I was awakened by some hispanic kids tugging on my shoes, attempting to steal them.
I think I made it in for the second half by licking someone's stamp and pressing it on my hand.
That's my unpleasant RRS story. /csb