Suddenly, Engle laughs and says, "I almost went over backward in this chair." There is laughter. Things are getting looser, better. The Spartans can be had. This new "Bobcat" defense, featuring stacked linebackers, will make the difference. Davey's back doesn't hurt anymore. On to practice, 21 periods of five minutes each. It's cold and wet, but it doesn't seem so cold and wet as it has the past few days. Football is a great game. It's great to be a Badger. Even the ring finger on Davey's left hand, the one he broke earlier in the year, feels better.
On to the weights (Davey is supposed to lift on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, but he also goes on Tuesday because he doesn't have time to do all he's supposed to in three days), then dinner (lobster and shrimp at the training table), then drawing lab again. A student journalist interviews him, he watches an episode of M*A*S*H, studies, goes to The Shed for pizza, French fries and lemonade. He studies. And at 12:50 a.m., lights out.
Good morning, Crest. Good morning, red jacket. Good morning, backward cap. And on to materials again, and Samuel, who is flying through characteristic radiation. Hard second-phase particles seem to occupy a warm spot in Samuel's heart, too. Davey is in the second row, having failed to get a first-row seat. Afterward Davey hurries off to get a better seat in statics. Says Al-Abdulla, "Let me give you one example to struggle with. You shouldn't have to write it down." Davey, a belt and suspenders guy, writes it down.
Next is a small economics discussion group dealing with a labor demand curve. Grades are posted for a recent test, and Davey is deflated. He got an A/B, a grade of 33, one tick below a full-blown 34 and an A. It makes no difference to him that the class mean for the test was 27.3. Davey has not come to Wisconsin to be average. Back to his 8-by 15-foot dorm room, which is a disaster. He finds papers he needs under the Lowenbrau beer sign. He wants them so he can go directly from dinner to the drawing lab without wasting time. Davey has tacos and ravioli at The Shed, and then it's on to more films. He selects a Michigan State loss to Notre Dame. "It's always nice to watch a game where they got killed," he says. "It gives you confidence."
Coach Engle arrives and makes his own film selection. "Don Davey, where does your head belong?"
"Then get it there."
"Don Davey, you're lining up wrong. Come on. Don Davey, perfect, that's what we want. Don Davey, come on, come on."