On December 9th, the day before the tornado and our only home basketball game so far, I was sitting next to Coach Morris. After we had discussed and solved most of the worlds' problems, I asked him if he was going to be back next year. He paused for a good while and then successfully deflected by asking me what I thought about the job Sam Pittman was doing for the Razorbacks. That was a tangent I could get into and off we went into Arkansas football.
Interpreting silence is pretty tricky, but at the time I felt like there was going to be change. Not sure what it was going to be, but with the posting of the job it's now a certainty that something is going to be different. Until he says different it is my hope that he'll be coach of the Cardinals next year. If he is the coach next year, I'll be ecstatic, but surprisingly-even to myself, it's not all about football. He means a lot to this community. It's in the countless hours spent at the gym (shelter) after the tornado and it's in the way that teenage boys stand taller when Coach Joe is around.