But later in the day Brett had a change of heart.

Brett had never really thought of himself as a bad man.

Yet someone other than Brett had been in the office.

Brett put up his hand, like a child in class.

And Brett did his best to keep out of everyone's way.

I went to church a couple of times, once with Brett.

George Brett said it best before the game even started.

He brought his attention at last to Brett's large eyes.

The night of Brett's death was a particular case in point.

They would have but one man to question: Brett himself.

He must have felt it when Brett gave him her hand.

Thinking Brett wanted to see them at the house, most of these men had gone there.

Rather you than me, thought Brett, but had enough sense not to say it.

But Brett is learning and, his parents believe, he will continue to do so.

In his last 15 games, Brett is 19 for 53.

I want you to see someone, Brett, get some professional help.

So Brett reached out and took her hand in his.

I told you to keep an eye on her, Brett.

Brett, not for the first time, didn't get a say in the matter.

Brett was certain of that, because he'd looked really hard.

And before he could stop himself, Brett ran in after her.

All went black at the window and Brett knew why.

I think Brett would have gotten out of the way.

How Brett had come to be born, and given up.

Brett is a professional in the true sense of the word.