The first thing I heard when I came to the office on Wednesday was that Tom Turner had died. Even knowing that his health was an issue, hearing of his death hit me hard.
Tom Turner was Appalachia football. There was no separating the two. He symbolized everything that the Bulldogs stood for and that reputation spread across the entire state of Virginia.
Through all my years as a sports writer I covered very few football games. In 17 years on the Times-News sports staff I had the good fortune to cover two Appalachia games. Both were Bulldog victories and both were Tom Turner football at its best.
With both Powell Valley and Appalachia in the state finals in 1997, I followed the Bulldogs to Smith, Va., to cover their second straight championship game against Surry County.
The day was crystal clear with blue skies and 25 degree weather.
Surry used a spread offense with three receivers to one side. The Chargers threw the ball at will and jumped out to an early and what seemed like a commanding lead.
After halftime, Appalachia pounded the ball downfield with a relentless running game. Coach Turner shouted out instructions and moved his players like pawns in a chess game. Nothing fancy, just bruising, physical football that eventually wore Surry into submission.
The final play of the game said it all. A Surry pass into the end zone that, if completed would have won the game, fell harmlessly to the turf after two Bulldog defenders sandwiched the receiver with a crushing blow. Appalachia won 24-21.
Searching out Turner, I found him walking off the field. His Appalachia windbreaker was worn and had a couple of letters peeling off. He wasn't about being fancy, it was all about the game.
He praised his players and his staff and took little credit for a superbly coached game.
In the end it was about players making plays, he just put the right guys in the right spots at the right time. That was his assessment of his involvement in the win.
Last fall I traveled to Appalachia for the Bulldogs' playoff game with Hurley. It was another crystal clear day with blue skies and, this time, temperatures in the 50s.
Appy's straight-T formation was simple and brutally efficient. After whipping the Rebels on defense, the Bulldogs went into their smashmouth mode and wore Hurley down.
What always amazed me was Turner's ability to open up his offense at just the right time and catch the opposition off guard. Just when his opponents were on their heels expecting to get run over again, Turner would call for a deep pass play or an end-around that resulted in long touchdowns.
After the 44-0 win Turner, who had just been inducted into the VHSL Hall of Fame after coaching five state championship teams, stood in the end zone and let his players enjoy the win.
His words were simple and direct. The game came down to blocking and tackling and on that day his team did it better than the opponents.
Win or lose, you always got the best Turner and his team could give. It was hard-nosed football and it was the way the game is supposed to be played.
Tom Turner was Appalachia football. No one will ever forget that.
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