It was nearly midnight as I left the press box after completing my column on the Arkansas victory over Texas.
The thought as I emerged from the elevator and hit the sidewalk for the walk to my truck: there will be no traffic and it will be a quiet walk to the parking lot.
Nope. The stadium might have been empty, but the streets of Fayetteville were still abuzz.
A car passed with the sunroof open with two co-eds — and let’s hope they were at least college age — with at least half their bodies above roof level.