went to one in Jackson, probably 1980, but don't really remember it. The 94 game I went with my future wife from oxford (she was a dawg) and her daddy who bled blue and red. Kevin Bouie was in my social psychology class - came one day during the whole semester, sat at the front of the class, put his head down on the desk, and started snoring. The prof was a first year from Columbia and a native new yarker. She stared at him for about 5 minutes trying to figure out what to do, looked at us, and we gave her the "don't do it" hand wave, so she just ignored him.
I remember being down at the bottom of the bleachers and Bouie runs past me with the ball, halling ***, my future father in law screaming and spilling his crown royal and coke all over me, and Bouie disappearing into the fog. It was pretty cool.