Clyde Scott Passes Away

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I never met him, but was around many people who knew him well. The common thread in every discussion was that he was as classy as he was great.

I talked to my father about Clyde Scott. He always said, “There are not many whom I would pay to watch play, but Clyde Scott was one of them. He was electric.”

The other thing I was always told is that he had an ankle injury during much of his time at Arkansas that maybe didn’t exist during his time at Navy. He had lost just a tiny bit of quickness from that injury that was chronic.

I have seen video of his movement as an Arkansas player. I have a set of DVDs from the old SWC Mobile Oil tapes. There was a game where Clyde Scott played against SMU’s Doak Walker. Neither one were able to finish the game because of injuries. But you could see that they were better athletes than anyone else on the field.

Since you removed my post about Clyde’s passing . . . I’ll post in this thread.

My parents met at the U of A after WWII - dad was a veteran from Texas, Mom just out of HS (from Little Rock). Mom was friends with Leslie Hampton, who was Miss Arkansas and the reason that Scott transferred from Navy (where he played the first two years of his career). Clyde escorted her on campus when she came through on her way to the Miss America pageant, and when they married, he transferred to the U of A. There, Mom and Dad got to know them and sometimes double dated with them.

I got the Razorback “bug” from Dad, even though I grew up in Texas. He regaled me with stories of Clyde’s exploits on the field. Told me he (Clyde) was the best football player he ever saw in person. Dad maintained that until Matt Jones came along. Both Dad and I had huge “man crushes” on Matt, as a football player. We loved watching every game he played in, because you never knew what play he might do something no one else could do. Same as Clyde, according to Dad.

Wish I had been able to see him play, back in the day.

RIP, “Smackover”.

2 of my children were able to spend a afternoon with him at his home a few years back, and it had a great impact on them. It was a time they will never forget. Both of my kids told me of this news today.

My Dad went to school with Clyde Scott. He was their Michael Jordan or Lebron James. My Dad swore that Clyde Scott was the best Razorback football player ever…I’ve seen some highlights and he was nasty.


My goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever seen film of Mr. Scott on the field, but he jumps off the screen. He moves like one of today’s athletes. What an incredible talent. RIP, Mr. Scott.

Having grown up in Smackover, I heard all the Clyde Scott stories starting at a very young age. He was a legend in his own time, and did all that he accomplished in football and track with chronic ankle and knee conditions that would have kept most mortals on the sideline. That makes the third Arkansas legend we’ve lost in just the last few months…Glen Campbell, Frank Broyles, and now Clyde “Smackover” Scott. They don’t make them like that anymore, seems like. Sad, sad news.

Heard about him from a very early age. He was certainly one on the greater Razorbacks ever.

I also heard he was a good man later. Have no idea as often heroes get that label. I do remember one special time. his number was retired, but Frank went to him and told him he was recruiting a player who who mean a lot to the Razorbacks, but he wore number 12 in HS and wanted to wear it in college. Scott told him sure. Of course, that was Steve Little. When Steve left, the number was reretired.

Rest in piece Clyde Scott.

I am 70, and I remember everybody telling me what a great player he was. He was like Lance Alworth, before Lance…he was a star and probably the best Razorback football player in our long and storied history. I never had the pleasure of meeting him. RIP Mr. Scott.

I’m working on a column about Clyde Scott. Spent the morning visiting with his children, Marsha and Steve. I had met both the night I went into the sportswriters and sportscasters Hall of Fame. Clyde was honored for special merit. Steve spoke on his dad that night. He was eloquent. Marsha was as we visited today. I had either forgotten or didn’t know, but Marsha worked in Bill Clinton’s White House and also worked for Senator Fullbright. She really does have some great stories. She told me today of taking her dad back to the Naval Academy almost 50 years after he left for a tour. I’ll write about that. It’s an incredible story.

While listening to Hog games on the radio in late sixties with my Dad and his WWII veteran friends, they would all reference back to Clyde Scott from the post war era as one of the greatest Razorbacks ever up until that time.
RIP Mr Scott.