in 1985 Chad’s brother Clint was beginning his sophomore year in high school. I did not coach Clint on our ninth grade team at Calhoun but I knew him quite well.

Earlier I have told him and maybe readers of this column that I hated to see him go worse than any student leaving for the new school. And for the benefit of all those who “recruit” seems to be their middle name, let it go on record that not one word was spoken to the fine young man about