State College in '02 was a poor experience from the start. Just driving through town in the morning before the game garnered middle fingers and profanity galore. Going into the game was an adventure in itself as those in blue decided that we in red had to wait until they entered the stadium before we could, not to mention the parking guy trying to charge us twice what the parking was worth. We almost had to get out of the car and approach this guy physically before he'd give in.
There were the expected boos and other jabs, but I've never heard so much profanity in my life - kids under 10 and old ladies alike. During the game, it wasn't so bad, as long as I didn't audibly cheer for the Huskers (not that there was that much to cheer for). When Lord broke a long one, I stood up to cheer and was pelted by various projectiles from all directions. At the start of the 4th, my brother and I had to leave because he was seriously afraid for his life (yes, he's a wimp). Earlier he'd been struck in the leg by an errant horseshoe. I'd like to say it was a bad throw, but there wasn't a horseshoe game in sight. As we left, we were spit on and dodged FULL beer cans thrown at us. Right before we got out of that hell hole, there was one belligerent drunk man who positioned himself about 3 inches from my face and screamed "YOU SUCK." He would not move out of my way. I finally balled up my fist to lay into his face, but he moved.
We drove all the way back to Norfolk, VA where I boarded a flight back to Texas (where I lived at the time), and the freaking airport security searched me because they thought it was strange a Husker fan was on board. Good God what a horrible weekend.