Jan. 28, 2008
The service was on a Monday afternoon in the football season of '76. No church in town could hold such a gathering, so the caskets were taken to the school, where classes had been canceled by order of the superintendent. The lids were shut.
Players from the state finalist team sat together in the auditorium. They could see an old teammate in the section for the bereaved. It was bad enough, sitting at funerals for their coach and his wife, who were teachers, twice-on-Sundays people of God and civic pillars in their community of 1,000. But it was that much worse for their quarterback, Art Briles.
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