1st row, second deck, 50 yard line for Baylor game in 1980. Walked up to the ticket exchange and was standing there perusing the slim pickings when an elderly gentleman in a suit and tie walked up to me and asked if I was looking for tickets. When I replied yes, he handed me the "golden ducats" and said they were mine at no charge. I protested that I wanted to buy them, and he said that his son could not attend at the last minute so he decided to give them to me. I could have kissed him.
Unfortunately, just at kickoff, it started to rain about as hard as possible. I could barely see the players on the field. My wife (now ex) was pissed and I couldn't convince her that she wasn't going to get any wetter if we stayed or any drier if we left. We left after I got tired of the *****ing and trudged back a mile or so to the car. I wish iphones had been invented by then, as I would have gleefully posted a picture of her drowned puppy ass just for spite.
Best seats ever - for about 5 minutes. Worst "game" ever that I had to endure - maybe lasted 15 agonizing minutes with her whining and yelling about how wet she was. And, as I remember it, the Ags ran out of time by alot that day.