Nothing beats Kinnick on a game day.
In 1994, my Cyclown friend and I just happened to get tickets for the annual Iowa/Iowa State game at Kinnick. It was my first trip there for a football game. The weather was perfect. The scenery was perfect (i.e. eye-candy) And not knowing what the hell we were doing, we parked downtown, hit the Quick Trip and split a case of beer on the long walk to the stadium.
We finally managed to kill the damn thing while we sat on the lawn of the hospital. Taking our seats in the South End Zone, we were treated to a woodshed throttling of the 'Clowns highlighted by Kerry Cook's defensive TD.
What better way than to cap off an Iowa victory? Getting lost in the IC only to find ourselves at a party, helping chicks carry in a fresh keg. Ahh. Those were the days.