Texas informed him. If you had torn open his chest, you would have seen the Lone Star on his heart. He was just under 6 feet tall, built like the light-heavyweight boxer he once was, and possessed of a set of electric-blue eyes. He was one of the most ferociously competitive human beings who ever drew breath. He could outdrink you, outwrite you, outtalk you, and God knows if you gave him a shotgun he could outshoot you. But on June 14, 2005, having survived every other ailment known to medicine, Bob Brister succumbed to cancer.