I've been to colder football games than this one. For instance, the blizzard in Colorado Springs was much more frigid, but the conditions for the Baylor game in ACS were much more miserable. Neither game could match the arctic-like circumstances I endured as Sergeant-of-the-Guard one night in Korea while in the US Army.
My son opted out of the trip from Sugar Land to Fort Worth, because he didn't want my 4-year old grandson to be exposed to such extreme weather conditions, so I drove the distance and attended the game alone (not for the first time, so no problem). I had three layers of clothing and my rain poncho was as ineffective as Brewing's was.
The Baylor fans behind me were extremely loud and arrogant for the first quarter, but quietly disappeared mid-way through the second period - never to be seen again. I stuck it out to the end, but like others in this thread - I found my leather gloves were so soaked that my hands were actually warmer without them, so I stuffed them in my pockets.
I was not about to go to that much trouble and leave early, and I ended up befriending two fellow Frog fans with whom I never even exchanged names, but by the end of the game we were virtually best buddies. When the Frogs sealed the win I simply raised my hands over my head and shouted "Revenge - revenge - revenge!" over and over again, and I aimed it at any BU fan I could.
Fortuitously, I had packed an extra set of dry clothing, because when I arrived at my truck I was soaked to the skin (yes, even the thermal underwear), so I started peeling off dripping wet layers. The thought occurred to me that running the heater might make me feel better, but when I tried to start the truck I discovered that the battery was utterly and completely dead!
After donning dry clothes I called AAA, but they were backed up for "an hour," according to the nice woman who answered the phone. That hour turned into 3, and I was physically shivering despite the heavy down coat I had brought as a back up. The AAA guy started my car within a few minutes and he said, "Just drive around for half an hour or so and you'll be fine."
My daughter was on the phone insisting that I allow her to book me a hotel room south of Fort Worth, but I told her, "Nope. I filled up with gas before I parked so I'm not gonna even shut off the engine. This is gonna be a non-stop flight all the way to Sugar Land." I drove straight through, and as I turned on to our street the sun was just breaking over the horizon.
But it was absolutely worth it, because all the way home I keep screaming out loud, "Revenge - revenge - revenge!"
Go Frogs!