It was twelve-thirty, an hour before kickoff, when the train pulled into Corsicana and slowly passed the stadium. Passengers with a good view of the stadium could not believe their eyes. All twelve thousand seats were already occupied. Fans ringed the field six and seven deep and some were trespassing onto the playing surface. There would be no room for the Fort Worth fans. “This is a bunch of crap!” a man sitting next to Boone yelled. “The damned Corsicana fans done took everything.”
