re: What would you want your school's 30 for 30 to be?

I probably couldn't watch it. The memories of having attended so many gut-wrenching funerals--in a manner of days--are still too fresh in my head. I have yet to open my special edition, autographed copy of A Burning Desire. It sits, unopened. In my TV armoire.

A little known side note: a few weeks later, we (Houston Ags) were still catatonic over the tragedy and couldn't think of much of anything. The days felt like years, and we were filled with such unspeakable grief, it never, ever eased. So one evening--on a whim--we grabbed some hymnals and went caroling--softly & respectfully--to the homes of the families of our Ags who we lost.

We didn't want them to be bothered, but we wanted them to know we held them up in prayer and in every other need they had. As we softly sang Christmas carols and held candles in the cold darkness, Nathan West's dad, mother, and sister came outside, held us, and began to sing the War Hymn. Keep in mind, this was days after laying their son in the ground. It was probably one of the most religious experiences of my life. It turned into a tear-stained version of chig-ga-roo-gar-em like none other. But we laughed, cried, and remembered.

Just one of thousands of memories I have of the nightmare. Watching an ESPN piece--for me--would be artificial.