Today, I remember, Jasper Howard.
The cloudy skies seemed appropriate on Saturday.
Sure, it was game day. Homecoming even.
But it was a day surrounded by clouds.
It was a day of sadness.
It was a day of questioning why.
It was a day of realizing how brief and fragile life really is.
It was also a day when the best of being a Mountaineer was on display.
It was a day when respect for our opponent was more important than the outcome of the game.
It was a day when the opposing team was greeted with a standing ovation instead of a chorus of boos.
A standing ovation to let them know our hearts were breaking with theirs.
A standing ovation to let them know we understood how hard it was to take the field on this day.
A standing ovation to let them know that, on that day, we were all Huskies.
On that day...
A moment of silence.
Two teams meeting at midfield, embracing.
A jersey hanging on a sideline, softly blowing in the wind.
A helmet without a face inside it.
A game that was closer than it should have been.
On that day, our celebration was bittersweet and fueled more by emotion than the final score.
On that day, a coach pulled his team together as a family to thank its extended fan family for their support.
On that day, the scoreboard showed a winning score at the end of the game.
On that day, the scoreboard remembered a lost life.
On that day, there was crying in football.