I don't really remember a time in my life that I didn't know Coach Moore, but I will never forget the time I rode with him from Tuscaloosa to Montgomery. It was 1993. Coach Moore was still the Offensive Coordinator at UA. My mother was trying to figure out a way to get me to my grandparents in Prattville. She knew Coach Moore was heading to Montgomery on a recruiting trip and asked if he minded letting me ride a long with him. He said he didn't mind one bit. So he, a 54-year old Offensive Coordinator for the defending National Champions and I, a loud, obnoxious 7-year old who country music a little too much, rode two hours in the car together from Tuscaloosa to Prattville. As he dropped me at my grandparents, I thanked him and gave him a big hug and he went on his way.
The next week my mom asked him if I had been ok on the drive. He told her "He was great. That boy sure does love him some country music. I think he knew every word to every song."
Pretty much every time I would see him for the rest of his life, he would say "Boy I will never forget taking you to your grandparents' house when you were just a little thing."
It was many years later until I realized just how special it was that Coach Moore agreed to drive a snot-nosed little kid to see his grandparents. But, that's the kind of man that he was.
Rest In Peace, Coach Moore. You will not be forgotten.