On the other hand, Central Mo. countered with a Dirty Red defense that was nationally rank #1, 2, or 3 in total defense, total points, and turnover margin. Not bragging, but I was a pretty heralded D-II recruit but I never stepped on the field that year because we had 14 pretty good defensive backs and ten of them got ample playing time. Hell, I couldn't even crack the special teams unit that season.
"These niggas claiming hoods mugs ain't never even heard of," Milk jokingly said to his friend. He got serious then. "They aw'ight with me, though, dirty," he said, "these young niggas got some heart."
Milk had become an integral part of me and Moody's lives even though we were on the opposite sides of the gangbang fence. Although Saint Louis was in the middle of a record number murder rate in July of 1993 Moody and I had grown even closer to Milk. That's why I froze up when Moody called me with the news Milk might not play ball for Central in the fall of '93.
Anyway, The Estes was a hop, skip and jump from the locker room. Milk and I was talking about the game on the walk towards The Estes, when I told him about my situation.
“I’m coming back tomorrow night with Ray and A.B.,” I said, referring to Ray Lingard and Anthony Ballenger, two ex-Mule defensive backs who had finished their eligibility my red-shirt year. I had lined up a ride with them before the beginning of the Mo. Southern game. “They were at the game, but they left at halftime.”
“I got a doctor’s appointment Tuesday afternoon, so I’ll be on the train Tuesday morning. I’m trying to see if they gonna release me, so I can play this year.”