You have to be talking about the 1995 game at BDS, where:
a) Tim Brando called the game for JP (Rolaids, please!)
b) the Arkies had 12 men on the field on the next to last play of the game and got away with it so well that it wasn't until Danny Ford said they'd done it that anyone knew
c) JJ Meadors traps the damn ball on fourth down and they give it to him.
That one was a personal nightmare for me because I was stationed at Little Rock at the time. For two solid years, all I heard was bout their b-ball team that won the title in 94 and then lost it in the final in 95. EVERY single football game no matter the score, they'd insist the refs screwed them.
But then for a solid year it was non-stop Hawg blather about how great they were and won the West and all that stuff. I've never been so glad for the political ads to pop up as they did the next year to drown out the insanity.
It was awful to live there for that, and I loved that place. But yikes.