My dad, a Longhorn grad, took me to see the Longhorns get beaten badly by USC in Austin in 1956, and what he wanted to see happen, happened: I fell in love with UT, The Horns and Austin.
Next year Dad was lying down on our living room floor with a pillow under his head listening to Kern Tips do the Texas-Rice game, courtesy of the Humble Oil and Refining Company.
I heard Mr. Tips say "the boys in blue give it a go tonight against the 'Steahs' (Steers)", and "Waltuh (Walter) Fondren skips across the daisies into Royal soil" and "Maurice Doke clicks his heels together and says 'that's all, brotha'" and "Texas puts the bits and pieces together for another first down".
There has never been anyone behind a microphone like him before or since.
With about a minute to play, the Horns fell behind but Rene Ramirez took the kickoff back 70 or so yards for the winner. Dad jumped and ran down the hall screaming. Scared my baby sister.
I got the message then that Longhorn football was serious stuff. Yep, I've seen all the National Championship wins, though not in person. No, I saw in person TCU in 1959, '61, and '65, the '71 Notre Dame game and a few other bad ones, but I did see the 1962 Arkansas game, which is the best football game I've seen at Memorial Stadium, and I've seen all but five games there since 1968.
Before January 4, 2006, the most exciting day of football I've ever had was December 6, 1969.