The ballroom was filled with football players, yet all I could think of was Dolly Parton's character, Truvy, in the now-old movie, Steel Magnolias. Weird where the mind goes when emotions, words, music and love intersect.
Sifting through the end of football in 2019, the beginning of football in 2020, and trying to decipher if the Texas basketball team can qualify for the NIT again this year and thus defend its title...
I apologize ahead of time for any asinine opinions written here: compressor is out in my truck and I’m fairly certain my suffering from not having an air conditioner for over a week has affected my ability to communicate with reason and clear thought. So, here's a few hopefully coherent thoughts:
Our seats were on the north end of DKR, about midway up, diagonal to the back northwest corner of the end zone. It was September of 2015, a night game, and my son Miles and I were thrilled with the view. He had just turned 12. Before this game against California, we had only been to blowouts, so he had never truly heard an electric DKR before. But this night was different; this was the night Jerrod Heard's grandkids will hear about someday. Oh, and it will be quite a story.
The play took just under seven seconds or so. Six-point-seven-eight seconds, to be exact. A simple handoff, like thousands of others you've seen. Ball is shotgun-snapped to the quarterback, quarterback hands ball to running back. Simple. And then, Keaontay Ingram happened.