. . . but the crowd noise at Penn State was the loudest as I sat with my Dad at Field Level near the PSU student section. It was the last game I ever attended with my Dad.
I glad that you have that happy memory of going with your father to that wonderful Bobcat victory. I still remember when my wife and I met both you and your father outside the stadium in Detroit. He seemed quite the gentleman, and his son wasn't half-bad either! 
Seriously, I'll bet he'll looking down with pride when we get that elusive MACC this year! 
It seems to me that sporting events with one's father are just very, very special. I think I've mentioned here before that my very first sports memory is going with my father to a USNA baseball game in the late 1940s. 