My first trip to the Dome was on January 10, 1983 when my Dad took our entire family to see the Orangemen battle Patrick Ewing and the hated Hoyas. For a 9 year old, the tough 97-92 loss was made palatable by Dad taking me to the souvenier stand and buying me one of those big foam "We're #1" fingers. You know the one. The loss was also easier to swallow when Little Champ found $50 abandoned by a drunken fan sitting behind us. This was probably the same guy who spilled beer on me.
Anyways, I stumbled upond an interesting read (courtesy Uniwatch) of the guy who invented those foam fingers.