Hawk
The last BYU game my father-in-law attended was in Sun Devil Stadium. He was retired in Sun City. I drove out from Southern California to pick him up and take him to the game. This may be the only BYU trip I have ever taken that my wife did not challenge me about my priorities in life.
He would fit tight in here if he was still alive. Dang refs. Biased. Hate Mormons. Cheaters. Holding. He loved BYU.
We had nose bleed seats. He was in his late 80s. I helped him hike the stairs, but, he was very independent, and by the time he got to his seat, he had dropped to his hands, clutching his LaVell Edwards autographed ticket he got when I introduced him to LaVell at the pre-game breakfast, in one hand and crawled up the last few steps. I thought he was going to die right on the spot.
Anyway - BYU won just like LaVell promised my father-in-law they would. Kevin Feterik, iirc. It was just about the best day of his life other than the day he got married and the births of his children. His wife is still alive. 98 and counting. I gave her a ride up and down a steep hill in my Yamaha Rhino in August at a family reunion at my ranch. She had been sitting in her wheel chair watching everyone else get a turn and I could tell she felt left out. She cannot walk, so we lifted her into the seat - strapped on the seat belts, and gave her a wild ride.
She said it was the best day of her life.
You never know when it will be your last game.
So what I am saying, us that if you need some old fart to come help you crawl up to your seat, I am there for you!