One of my favorite memories. The Gophers were playing Iowa I believe on a Wednesday night. It was late in the year and the Gophers were in the thick of the Big Ten chase at that time. Well, being Wednesday and me being a 7th grade Catholic I had religion/pre-confirmation class. I snuck out of the class and walked across the street to a local small town bar and watched the second half with some of my parent's friends. My dad showed up to church to pick me up and I come walking out of the bar with a big smile on my face knowing the Gophers won the game. My dad missed the ending while he was driving to pick me up. It was one of those times where he couldn't yell at me because I think he was impressed with my desire to watch the game. Not sure if he told my mom because she never said anything to me and I wasn't going to bring it up!