 The Sunday ritual that takes Black Birminghamians directly from church pews to Rickwood bleachers is still going strong in 1948. When we played, you couldn't preach too long. You could tell, you know, it's time to go here and there, and then one would sneak out, you know. So our sermons had to be short, you know. You had to get to the point quick. And to get to good seats, Black Barons' family members needed to slip out even earlier.