I don't think Hostetler got in, but I was just trying to stay warm. Steady 30mph winds, just above freezing, hard cold rain and sleet from kickoff to finish. The game was a fumble fest, no one could hang on to the ball in those conditions. As both ends of the stadium were open then there wasn't a place to escape the weather except for the bathrooms. They were packed as the radio call of the game was piped in there. Absolutely the coldest I've ever been at WVU football game and I dressed for the weather.
There were a bunch of guys huddled up next to where we were, in the shadow of the press box on the upper level tucked down under the top wall, covered with ponchos trying to stay out of the wind. They invited us to join them, more themal mass I guess? The bunch of us were passing around cups of that God-awful RC they hawked in those days, 2/3's full of Wild Turkey. The wind chill was so bad, the surface of those liquor cups were freezing over. Alcohol doesn't freeze, my ass.