For me, Auburn 1995. Temps were in the 30s, I believe, but what made it so brutal was the wind was blowing like a freight train. My college roommate and I planned to attend the game with our wives. We parked downtown and started walking to the stadium. Didn't even make it to Broad Street when the girls bailed and left to go shopping. My buddy and I went to the game, but man was it miserable. And, on top of that, the Dawgs lost. Sucked all the way around.
