About 90 minutes before the last Arkansas football game, I grabbed a plate of food for a snack. A student, also with a pregame meal, had my seat. So I roamed the back of the press box for a temporary seat.
There was an opening. I pulled out the chair and then it hit me that it was open because the pass holder was home in a bed, under hospice care. Nothing tasted right about that meal in the seat reserved for the Nate Allen Sports Service. I felt inadequate. No one deserves it but Nate. It's a special place.