This office is all right [Lee is now writing sports for the Santa Monica Outlook] but I've kinda got the itchy foot to get going back to those mountains and throwing that ball in the good ozone. Been passing and kicking every night at the playground and my legs feel stronger than they did last year at this time. I'm hoping to have a better punting average this fall.
What you said in one of your earlier letters about my being a "marked man" this fall is really starting to dawn on me. I realize that my days are numbered and must spend every spare minute preparing for a grueling campaign. I just hope I can last 11 games without getting hurt. The statistics will take care of themselves. Last season I was never conscious of the stats too much—mostly just worrying about winning and staying in one piece.
A bunch of new apartments have gone up in the neighborhood, and all kinds of airline hostesses have moved in along with some local working girls. A few parties are naturally in order to break up the monotony of sunbathing, water skiing, surfing and volleyball. Went water skiing for the second time the other day and really enjoyed it. Improving by leaps and bounds.
Back at Utah for his final season, Lee starts working out in earnest. But his optimism is slowly changing to apprehension; things are not what they used to be, and the new regime is now definitely not to his liking:
August 28, 1958
I've worked out in 100� weather here in S.L. the last two days and my legs feel pretty good. Been running the stadium steps. That uphill grind is tough. Arm feels pretty good and my punting is better this year than last. I'm weighing 180-185 which is 5 to 7 pounds heavier than last season. I've seen all the coaches, and I hate to say it but it looks like it is going to be a long season. None of these guys have Curtice's personality and they are very cold and businesslike with all the players. Jim Owens was that way at Washington last year, and he won one game.
I'll have to admit that there is some distance between Nagel and I. We've had two meetings since I came back and our relations seem quite strained. He's already cut off two provisions which came with my original scholarship and I let him know that I wasn't happy about it. He wants to bring me down for some reason and I can't quite go along with his philosophy. Well, If he's gonna be the big businessman, I can play that game too, but what the hell, why do guys have to be that way? Why aren't there more guys around like Jim Sutherland and Jack Curtice? Don't mind me—football coaches are my pet peeve. This makes seven of them in the last seven years. Thank God I'm majoring in English and am not planning to be one. I don't think I could live with myself or anyone else for that matter.
I've had shoulder trouble this summer—seems I picked up a calcium deposit on the right shoulder after I got KOed in our Thanksgiving Day game last season and I've been getting cortisone shots to clear it up. Had one of those shots just a couple days before the clinic and I wasn't winging that ball with a loose arm, which to me is the whole secret of throwing—the looser the better. I appreciate your compliment about my leadership ability and I have always felt that this was my best quality as a quarterback. I've always felt confident that I could move the ball on any team I've played for. I think the guys have a lot of confidence in me too. Confidence is a wonderful thing—I owe so much to Mom and Dad for always building up my confidence. I used to lack confidence when I was younger.
October 14, 1958
Been running into nothing but trouble this season. No receivers, no pass patterns, no nothin'. I might set a record for passes dropped this year, but that will be about the only record available for me in '58. I'm still in contention in the stats though and this is some consolation. I really feel that I'm passing better than ever but there just aren't any ball hawks on this club. Oh well, it's still fun and I'm glad I have the chance to play.