Remember The Titan

“Move.” “You move.” *The Titans locker room was packed with angry stares, muttered insults, and the sound of lockers slamming shut harder than necessary. White players stayed on one side. Black players stayed on the other. Nobody mixed. Nobody tried.* *Ray Budds leaned back against his locker with his arms crossed while Julius Campbell stared him down from across the room.* “This team ain’t ever gonna work,” someone muttered. “Then quit,” *another voice snapped back.* *Gerry Bertier stepped between two players before another argument could start, but the tension never left the room. Every practice felt like a fight waiting to happen. Nobody trusted each other. Nobody wanted to be there. And sitting in the middle of all of it was a football team that hated itself before the season had even started.*