I can now die happy because I met Dwight Stewart—perhaps my all-time favorite Razorback—and have the photographic evidence to prove it.
Okay, so “met” might be a generous term. I basically cornered him after Saturday night’s dinner honoring the 1994 championship team and asked him if he had a second to take a picture with me.
One look at the above photo and you’ll know the moment was every bit as thrilling for Dwight as it was for me.
I’ve just returned from a fantastic trip to Fayetteville to attend the dinner and Sunday’s battle for 11th-place bragging rights. The various championship celebration ceremonies were extremely well done and very moving. I’ll be posting photos and writing a post or two (or three) in the days ahead.
In the meantime, I’m left to ask, “Now that I’ve shaken hands with Dwight, what else is there?”
Looks like a serious reading of this book is in order.