I flipped through my Twitter feed Saturday morning, and no sooner than seeing RIP Coach Schnellenberger did my heart drop and my gut tighten up. Couldn’t be. Not Coach. I was not ready for this news.
I had no idea he was ailing, and for all I know perhaps he wasn’t. Sure, he was 87 years old, but the gruff old ball coach has plowed ahead and seemed to make Father Time’s field his personal playground. Smoking a pipe? Pfft. Coach had seemed to make that seem like as much of a part of him as my ear is attached to my own head.