I’ll have to look in the old attic footlocker to see if I still have my program and ticket stub. I was number 19 in line for tickets. We were on spring break when we beat Michigan, and they announced that tickets would be sold at the Mine Shaft ticket booth two days later. My brother and I went out the morning before that, prepared to stay overnight. My girlfriend at the time lived in Greensboro, and I planned to get two tickets, but then they announced that only married couples could buy two. I called and left a message for her (no cellphones back then), and then got my roommate to get out there and stand in line for her, until she could get there. (He couldn’t make the trip to Atlanta).
By the time she arrived a few hours later, there was a long line of people, and as she walked to where I was, a lot of them were yelling at her not to break in line. When my roommate left, they realized what was going on, and went along with it.
We didn’t have to stay overnight, after all, because the ticket staff handed out numbers, and we were to return the next morning to line up in the same order. We got great seats, on the floor behind the goal, so we had a great view of Cedric making the tying shot with 3 seconds left. Unfortunately, we couldn’t see the Whitehead play at the other end, and it seemed like an eternity with the coaches and officials at the scorer’s table, before they ruled it a basket, and a Marquette victory.
We sold our championship game tickets to a couple Tarheel fans on our way out of the arena. They couldn’t believe the seats were so good. Glad they got beat by Marquette worse than we did.
I still think UNLV had the best team in the Final Four that year, but Eddie Owens and the rest of the Runnin’ Rebels were psyched out by Phil Ford running the Four Corners, and that cost them the game.