Heart, soul, and the Bayou Classic: A city and a rivalry worth loving


As they emerged from the locker room, Grambling players were gutted. Sport coats and ties could not distract from their watery eyes. It is something you are not supposed to see, a private moment between these young men and the game they just played.

The celebratory pulse from the Southern band thumped around them. Their head coach had just told them it was okay to cry as long as they kept their heads up. He knew how they felt; he was once a Tiger running back who played in four…

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