Newall

The basketball game would start in a few minutes. Rock was there, excited to see if the UALR Trojans could hang in against the Iowa Hawkeyes. They were about to play in a large auditorium, with seating limited to one side.
Rock walked through the mezzanine toward his seat when he saw UALR's head coach Mike Newall. He reached to shake Newall's hand. Newall scowled.
"Good luck, Mike," Rock said.
"Thanks," said Newall, clearly disinterested in meeting Rock for the first time in six years.
Assistant Coach Steve Sheelds said, "Hey, Rock, good to see you."
"Same here, Steve," Rock said. "Good luck."
Rock hurried to his seat, which was between Marge Newall and hers and Mike's thirty-year-old son Nate, who looked exactly like Tall Bob's son Kevin.
"Wow, Nate, I haven't seen you since you were a little boy," Rock said.
"No, we saw each other just last year at the Maumelle Country Club," Nate said. "Don't you remember? I work there."
Rock remembered. "Of course," he said. "We were out there for the USGA Amateur Championship."
Iowa won the game, 95-43.