School has ended as Grosscup pens this next letter; he is home in Santa Monica after a (to him) rather unsatisfactory spring season. The varsity was beaten by the "alums" in the annual alumni game; the split-T still worries him. For the moment, however, vacation claims him for its own:
June 14, 1958
These ocean breezes are the only word and I'll have to admit that I haven't started to work yet. Just couldn't resist being a beach bum for a week. So far I have several opportunities jobwise. Have a chance to work in the studios in Hollywood doing bit parts or construction work in downtown Los Angeles or writing for the local newspaper here in Santa Monica. The last idea is probably best although it pays the least money. I'd like working for the paper because I'd have afternoons off for volleyball and surfing at the beach. The Hollywood deal could be big but it's unpredictable. So while I'm thinking about all the places I could be working, the hot California sunrays are baking my body, and my skin has become a lovely copper color. I may just think about work all summer. I wish!
I am interested in writing professionally as soon as my amateur athletic days are over. That will be December 6, 1958. After that things should pick up for me financially, assuming that I have a good year and sign with the pros. Also, I've got a deal going with Spalding footballs regarding endorsement which could net me a couple extra "G's" a year. Money! Bah, humbug! It's so damn silly, but we need it just the same. I'd like to just live on the beach and never have to worry about money.
Say, did I tell you I was in a play at school this last quarter? It was a one-acter by Tennessee Williams called Moony's Kid Don't Cry. I had the lead and played the part of Moony, a big slob who was formerly a lumberjack but who has got his wife pregnant and is living in a little shack and working in a factory handling nuts and bolts. It's a great play and I really enjoyed acting the part of Moony. I love acting and I'll have to admit that my suppressed desire has always been to be an actor.
I've got a lot of work ahead of me this summer. Gotta do lots of running and need to increase my body weight in preparation for the long grind starting September 1. I know that a lot of teams will be pointing for me this fall and I know also that the only thing for me to do is prepare myself physically and mentally so that I can last through the grind. "A coward dies thousands of times before his death; men of valor die but once..." etc., etc., etc. Enough Shakespeare for now. I'll save that for my English teacher.
The split-T is great but it will never equal a pro-type offense in my book. I think I'm going to surprise people as a runner this fall. I had a lot of success in spring drills running with the ball, and Nagel told me I far exceeded his expectations as a runner. In our spring game I was the leading ball carrier for the night, which was a rather different feeling after being the worst ball carrier in the land last season. Our team for this coming season is really green, and I'd say we were hurt by graduation as much as any team in America. We'll be lucky to win half our games. The line is decidedly lacking in experience. But I'm a cockeyed optimist and can't help thinking we'll be tough and wind up in the Orange Bowl or something. I'll always be a dreamer, I guess. Deep down that is. In my normal pattern of living I'm inclined to be a pessimist.
July 3, 1958
Well, the playgrounds have now opened up and next week I'll start getting in shape for the rugged fall campaign. I've got some local high school flashes who I'm coaching to be future All-America. I don't get any money for it but they have good-looking mothers who invite me over to dinner occasionally.
July 9, 1958
Have done lousy in the early volleyball tournaments but expect to start finishing in the money soon. I'm always a few months behind these guys who play volleyball all winter and spring. That sand requires a different type of timing. Started throwing the FB last night and the old arm is still in fair shape. Bought a bicycle today as I am through with cars temporarily. Cycling should get my legs in shape. I'm going to become a fanatic from now on. "In bed every night at 9, up every morning at 7, no liquor, no babes, no nothin'."
July 24, 1958