I'm getting in late on this discussion. I'll throw in my 2 cents, and try and not get long winded.
I think the best way to describe my experience is that it was somewhat dreamlike. Ever had one of those dreams where everything is exaggerated and out of proportion? The distances we walked were great. The tailgating and tents sprawled out for acres and acres.
I've watched the movie Woodstock and read interviews with the performers. The highways got so choked they had to helicopter in the musicians. There was a helicopter shuttle going on from the airport and for hours before the game, they were lined up dropping a load of VIP's (and I hope one of you guys were there.. if so - did you realize you were a VIP?). To me, that added to the biggness of the event.
Could they have picked a bigger plane for the flyover.. Geez, what a Monster. Was it a B-52? I had endzone seats, UT student section. At the end of the 3rd, I spotted some seats opening up where my sons were sitting. Unlike Neyland, there is no lateral movement around the stadium from the stands. Each entry portal has steps that go up/down, but there is nothing left/right. As I began the walk to their seats in the concourse (Waltrip V to Yarborough A) it was like a dream where you are going down a long corridor with many rooms. I walked and walked and walked.. up some steps.. walked some more. Finally got there.
Making it more dreamlike was the fact that I saw on separate occasions - two guys - walking alone, decked out if full Bama paraphernalia. And a guy approached me and asked if I wanted to help fund a wedding. I said sure, just to mess with him, and his wife approached me and I asked her "who did I knock up, anyway?". They didn't like my answer and walked off.
Got back to Knoxville at 4:30 am and crashed on my kids sofa in Fort Sanders. I was, and still am, exhausted. The whole day, and especially in the wait to get in the stadium, I had a layer of sweat on my brow. The heat, coupled with the claustrophobic conditions entering the stadium was something I had to endure, but considering the 156,000 - I understand. By the way, curious as to how some of the beautiful women in orange can look so fresh and good, while I'm sweating so bad. I don't get that, but I'm thankful the world works in these ways.
Still talking Big, one of the best fireworks displays I've ever seen happened leaving the stadium. Shot those babies off the top of a nearby mountain and it was wonderful. It was obvious to me, at that point - that the folks that put this on sincerely wanted this to be one of the best experiences for the crowd. I don't think they did much half way, even though I did hear some complaints that the concessions were high. I was thirsty, but didn't feel up to standing in line and I knew I had a Yeti full of cold gatoraids waiting at the car.
I got my tickets from a wonderful fellow I met here on Vol Nation. He and his crew pretty much saved my day. He was camping. We got there about 10:00 am, and I had no where to really go. They invited me to hang at their tailgate and graciously provided shade, drink and some amazing smoked ribs that were ready about two hours before kickoff. Great bunch, and it's so good to be around folks in orange. I hope I've made some permanent friends there.