I lost one of my best friends in the world. As I walked the campus yesterday the world felt a lot emptier. I used to walk by Old Main and ponder about how lucky I was to get to go to the University of Arkansas. My mothers will and my hard headed belief that it was the only school for me led me to Fayetteville. When money got tight, she sacrificed and found a way for my tuition to get covered. From the time I was a small child I was brought up a Hog. My grandmother and grandfather (Al and Ree) literally brainwashed me at a young age. My first live game was the Cotton Bowl of 1976-Arkansas and Georgia. I was hooked.
I owe so many things to the upbringing that my Mom provided. I miss her so much and wish she was with me now. I would give anything to have one more day. Funny, just two weeks ago she said the same thing about her mother. We are truly cut from the same cloth. I am proud to say I am the son of Joyce Ann Hoover.