I had front row seats in the north endzone. There weren't more than 10 people on earth nearer to Mike Reed's outstretched fingertips than I was. Unfortunately, I was six inches closer to the ball than I was to those fingertips.
My college years were quite literally the worst combined basketball and football years for BYU in half a century, and that game, that catch, was supposed to make it all worth it.
Still never quite gotten over it.