The Longhorns moved but couldn't score on that resulting drive because of still another fumble, but when they got the ball again after a punt on their own 36, they did. On the first three plays of the drive, Steve Worster, who tore out 94 yards for the day, got only six yards, and Ted Koy, already the victim of two fumbles, got one. It was fourth and three at Texas' own 43—with less than five minutes to play.
From the sidelines Royal gave Street the play, although he doesn't know why.
"In a case like that, you just suck it up and pick a number." he said. "There's, no logic to it. Just a hunch."
It was a bomb, which Street isn't supposed to throw well or complete unless Cotton Speyrer outfights somebody for the ball. But it wasn't Speyrer, just as it wasn't Worster in the middle. No Worster-Speyrer sauce, in other words. It was a 44-yard spiral to the tight end. Randy Peschel, the only receiver Texas sent out, who had gone streaking down the sideline, right past the Texas bench and just a step ahead of his double coverage. Although the pass was perfect. Street said Peschel "only made the greatest catch in the history of football." Well, it was a good one, to say the least. The play put Texas on Arkansas' 13-yard line, and there could be little doubt then that the powerful rushing team would punch it in. Two plays did it.
Ted Koy made up for both of his fumbles when he crashed for 11 yards to the Arkansas two on the first play, and then Jim Bertelsen dived in for the tying touchdown with 3:58 on the clock. Happy Feller's placement provided the winning margin.
There was still plenty of time for Arkansas, of course, and Bill Montgomery proceeded to hit four more thrilling passes and move the Razorbacks to the Texas 39. But there, with 1:13 to play, he floated one out in the right flat, and Tom Campbell, the son of Texas' defensive Coach Mike Campbell, outgrabbed John Rees for it and the Longhorns were ready to meet the President.
It had been quite a football game, but for Fayetteville, Ark. it was merely the climax of a week-long metamorphosis—from the nation's No. 2 chicken producer to its sports capital. Still, the kick-off came none too soon for the city's economy was beginning to suffer. "I'd be selling a suit to someone," the manager of a men's store said on Wednesday, and we'd start talking about the game and I'd lose a sale. You wake up in the morning and your first thought is 'How many days to go?' "
The mania grew as the week progressed. Hog fever, they called it. Its symbol was Arkansas' mascot, the ugliest razorback hog in creation. Poster likenesses, with various exhortations to Hog supremacy, appeared in 80% of the town's store fronts. Then a large sign sprouted at the First Baptist Church: ATTENTION DARRLLL ROYAL—DO NOT CAST YOUR STEERS BEEORE SWINE.
"God should be kept neutral," Royal said.
"He ought to know this is the Lord's home state," replied Andrew Hall, First Baptist pastor. "Whoever heard of the Garden of Eden in Texas?"