How about plays? I saw my first Michigan game in 1954. My sister was a sophomore and somehow managed to get two extra tickets for my dad and me (I was in 8th grade).
We were stuck up at the top of A deck, just below the tower of the victory bell. It's early in the fourth quarter with Michigan leading. They drive down to the OSU 1 yard line, first and goal. The Buckeye defense stops the first play for a short loss. On second down Michigan gains a yard, but the OSU line just won't break. Third down, six inches to go and they get stuffed again and now the stadium is bedlam. Michigan decides to go for it instead of kicking the sure 3 points. The fullback tries to dive over the pile but someone in the Buckeye secondary meets him head on in mid air and he falls back. OSU ball on the one. On the very next play, Jim Parker creams the Michigan nose guard and Hop Cassidy steps through the hole, breaks a tackle at the five and slips to the sideline, all the way to the Michigan 40! The Bucks smash it in from there in short order to take the lead and then pull away to win. If I had been dissappointed with the seats before then, I wasn't anymore as the goal line stand took place right below me.
Switch to twenty years later and now I have a sideline photographer's pass. Dennis (?) Franklin, an Ohio native playing QB for Michigan had been shooting off his mouth about "Only the great players from Ohio go to Michigan." Fourth Quarter, OSU up by three, and Michigan drives to the one, first and goal, opposite endzone. Same thing. Fullback off tackle. Stopped dead. Franklin tries to sweep on an option, yard loss. Third down fullback smash and again the Bucks hold and now the crowd is going berserk. Michigan had already driven to the 5 and been held, tried a field goal and it missed. This time Bo decides to go for it all. Fullback off tackle. Blam! Stopped dead and the ball goes over. Two plays later, halfback (Archie?) breaks it up the gut, bounces outside and is all the way to midfield before the Goblow safety can catch him.
Photogs and writers are suppossed to honor the creed of "no cheering in the pressbox," but I couldn't help myself. Everytime Franklin came near the sidelines I would scream at him, "Only the best ones, Franklin, only the best!" My God, it was so sweet to walk out of the stadium that day.