I don’t know his name. I don’t know how old he is. I don’t know what he does, how long he’s been married or how he became a fan.
In fact, I don’t even know what he looks like. I never saw him myself. I just know he was there.
I know he was sitting in section S of the stadium. I know he was wearing a maroon pullover. I know that when it got cold in the second half, his wife helped drape a Mississippi State blanket over him, tucking it around his body and the wheelchair he was bound to.