My moment of true glory came the next year in a preseason scrimmage when I scored a touchdown on a pass from Anthony Sanders, a prized freshman recruit. A day later The Arizona Daily Star sports section described the practice as "capped by a 42-yard touchdown pass from Sanders to walk-on receiver Kelvin Bias." The article continued: "Sanders rolled to his left and threw down the sideline to Bias, who broke a couple of tackles and ran the final 15 yards into the end zone." Of course, we were going against the third-team defense.
I endured three sessions of Camp Cochise, the Wildcats' annual preseason hell week near Douglas, Ariz., two miles from the Mexican border. I lifted weights under the guidance of Meg Ritchie—the former Olympic discus thrower who was the first female Division I-A strength coach in the country—and ran sprints at 6 a.m., before class. In the evenings I occasionally sneaked food from the training table at the student union.
Other memories: One time a player quit Camp Cochise and sneaked back to school-in the back of a laundry truck. Every year during practice the week we played USC, the Trojan fight song was blared continuously on speakers brought into Arizona Stadium. Then there were the trips to Honolulu for the 1990 Aloha Bowl and El Paso for the 1992 John Hancock Bowl.
There are still a few pieces of grass stuck beneath the decal A on the side of my helmet, the result of blind-side hits at practice. As I look at the helmet, which sits on my desk, and I remember my walk-on experience, I am smiling—no, laughing.