As I was preparing for today's game, talking with Glenn, I got a friendly tap on the shoulder from Mike Nail, the voice of the Razorbacks, who was gracious enough to talk with me the day before.

"Jean, great to see you here," Nail said. "Remember, though, you can't cheer in the press box."

I laughed, remembering how I told Nail on Friday how hard it would be for me not to cheer for the Razorbacks.

"I guess I'll just have to go to your booth when I need to cheer," I said, still laughing.

The view from the press box was simply amazing. As the clouds faded away from earlier this morning, and the sun shone brightly over the stadium, the windows were opened, and the atmosphere I had come to know and love welcomed me back home to Fayetteville.

My advantage for staying unbiased in the press box? I sat next to a reporter for Birmingham's WBRC, who was gracious enough to point out certain formations in Alabama's offense, while we traded thoughts about the game that was unfolding in front of all of us. I don't know how it is in other places, but thankfully, everywhere I have gone on this trip, the print media gets along well. We share notes, talk about big plays and players, and act more as one collective team than a group of people fighting to top each other.

However, the Hog fever kept inching in me. As I was typing the play-by-play, each Hog play was getting more exclamation marks, and Hog leads were going in caps, while keeping my composure and not cheering. This held me until late in the fourth quarter, when most of the media, including myself, headed for the sidelines to watch the end, and prepare to head for whatever press conference we needed to go to.

Once on the sidelines, the Hog fever was really kicking in. As overtime progressed, I grimaced and bit my lip with every big play Alabama made, while exhaling sighs of relief with every Razorback repreive.

When Alabama missed the extra point, the nerves were kicking in, where I was bouncing on my toes, but still staying quiet.

Then, Mitch Mustain found Ben Cleveland for a touchdown, tying the game and setting up Jeremy Davis for the win.

The fists flew triumphant in the air....still saying nothing. Meanwhile, I was almost tackled as two members of the Arkansas staff were jumping up and down, screaming and sending me into a flurry of high fives and hugs.

Then, all went silent. It was as if the crowd didn't utter a word...because I couldn't hear a thing. All I could think, or hear, or see, was the upcoming kick. The ball was snapped. The kick was up....it was good.

At that moment, all the bottled up emotions had to be taken out in some fashion...so I dropped my computer case and took off sprinting...first to the west stands, then to the east, then all the way down the field as the Razorbacks celebrated on the field. Exhausted, I succumbed to high-fiving fans and fellow Razorback media members, singing the fight song with the team, cheerleaders, band, and students.

I then made my way to the Broyles Center, asking an usher for directions to the press conference for Houston Nutt. I was given the wrong directions, and ended up, of all places, in the meeting room for the team...as they were coming in, celebrating the victory. I quickly squeezed my way out, but not before countless players high-fived me, along with defensive coordinator Reggie Herring.

"That's called WINNING," shouted Herring happily. "They don't tell you how you do it, you just do it. That's winning!"

I made my way to the press conference, and then afterwards, introduced myself to Coach Nutt, who still had a grin from ear to ear. He shook my hand eagerly, thanking me for showing up, and for congratulating him on the win.

There are many moments on this road trip that I'll never forget; that will stand the test of time. This will always be one of them. Being able to sit in the press box, then be a part of everything that happened, was truly amazing. I was thrilled that Arkansas could win on my return to Fayetteville, and that my tripmates could see the passion and bedlam of Razorback fans. It's what college sports should be about, and thanfully, CSTV.com gave me the opportunity to be part of this incredible day.