The Game: 1959, in Ann Arbor. My dad drive my mom and I up, singing "We Don't Give a Damn," which for an eight year old kid in the fifties seemed pretty cool. Bucks lost the game in the rain, the band kicked ass at halftime, and my love for all things Ohio State was born.
This year will be the 60th anniversary of that Game. I actually would love to go again one more time, but probably cannot afford tickets these days, especially when I have somewhat limited mobility and am unable to climb to the nosebleed section.
Okay, not on the radio or television, but it is the first game I remember.