I remember attending a Huskies football game at Hubbel Field, on the old bleachers, with a group of friends and a large blanket. One of us would keep looking down the hill for a snow squall while the rest watched the football game. Every so often there would be a cry of "snow squall!" and we'd duck under the blanket until it passed. I was amazed that, while we couldn't see past the end of our noses - peeking out from under the blanket - the game would continue on the field during the "white-out" of the squall!