Memory's pretty fuzzy (I was barely 7 in 1988) but I THINK my dad took me to that game (we left at halftime of course).
I was there. Raining so hard I could barely see the field from the top of the student section. Of course, that game was better off not seen anyway.
I was in Tigerband and had to sit out in that monsoon the entire time. And in a wool band uniform to boot! My most vivid memory from that night was wading through waist deep water---still in uniform---to get back to my dorm, Graham Hall.