That summer, John Morris would sit in church every Sunday and feel his eyes well up. His wife would look at him, concerned.
“It’s okay,” he’d say. Then she would hold his hand.
But he wasn’t okay. How could he be?
How can you be okay when a player kills—kills—another player? When the town you’ve lived in for 25 years—Waco, Texas—is a media circus, the center of one of the most catastrophic scandals in college basketball history? When the school you love—your employer for the last eight years—is like an exploding building, collapsing in slow motion for the entire nation to see… Continue reading