As I recall, it was mid-November, 1992. Alabama football was in Starkville, Mississippi. It was, of course, a Saturday evening (though for some reason I convinced myself it was a Thursday for nearly 30 years). I was nine years old and avoiding bedtime.
(Bedtime was 8:30 back then, maybe 9:00 on a Saturday.)
My dad, a Tuscaloosa County native and ‘Bama grad, was obviously a major fan of the Crimson Tide. I remember friends of his occasionally coming over to the house on Saturdays to watch Alabama football games and I admired the camaraderie from afar.