Making this all the better:
We always had a family tradition. "Dad, can we go to the Rose Bowl this year." "Sure, if Northwestern is in it." Needless-to-say, we never went. But then 1996 came along. When Northwestern got into the bowl game, my dad went to the campus directly to get tickets, rather than risk mail. There was, of course, a loooong line of students. And amid this loooong line of students, waiting to buy a ticket, there was one 75-year-old senior citizen. And one-by-one, ALL the students in line saw him, figured he must REALLY love Northwestern football, and they all had the presence of mind and remarkable decency to let him pass through the entire line, go to the front, and get tickets before any of them.
I always liked Northwestern a whole, since a little kid. That day entrenched them for me, forever.