1989. Was dating a bammer boy - two years, pretty serious, parents were pushing us to get engaged. The week of the game, I kept hearing "We're gonna kick your ass on your own grass!!" OVER AND OVER. He planned a huge watch party - bought a keg, gonna celebrate a national championship, etc. I kept warning him that playing in Auburn was gonna change things. BLAH BLAH BLAH...
I decided to watch the game in the dorm. He kept saying I might not want to come to Turdville when it was over (like I normally would have done on the weekend) because of the shit I would get...
Oh, damn skippy I went to T-town.
We broke up not long thereafter.