Guess Sue and I will leave for the Coast in June before I cut to All-Star camp July 23. Can't wait to play volleyball and surf again. I miss the ocean so damn much sometimes I can't stand it. Funny when you're away from it how totally important it becomes. A symbol of everything that's good and right in this world.
My brother Steve will be graduating from high school this June and he's really made a fine record for himself at Samohi. He's finally coming out of his shell a little bit and I'm proud of him. I hope I can make enough money in this pro racket to help with his schooling. Money, that's all I think about lately!
April 11, 1959
One of your earlier letters got me psyched and I've taken to the slopes. Yea man, the ski bug has got me at last. Spring skiing here in Utah is the most and I've already got a summer tan. The reflection of those rays off that white snow is just too much, dad. So far I've broken a ski, split a pair of pants and taken umpteen million spills but still no broken bones. I'm just too rugged I guess. But you were right. This is the end! I think I like it even better than surfing. Incredible, no?
I'm not in school this quarter as the university cut off my scholarship because of one of those crazy NCAA rulings. I told them to forget it. I think I'll wind up getting my degree at UCLA or some other school in Calif. Curtice hinted that he might give me an assist at Stanford if I'd like to finish there and maybe help him in the spring. Ol' Cactus Jack is still my best agent and yet I hardly ever see him. What a great guy.
May 7, 1959
In answer to your question of flipping the football, I've been throwing that old pigskin around nearly every night and I'll be playing for the alumni in our spring game here May 15. The old alums will be playing Nagel's varsity, and I want to beat Nagel so bad I can taste it. We'll be playing a pro-type offense; they'll be going with the "3-and-a-cloud-of-dust" offense. Sure hope we win. The Giants gave me the go ahead sign on this game.
My arm is still a little shaky from last year's injury but I think I'm working the kinks out O.K. Been hitting the weights three times a week and I've bulked up to 190 (stripped). Heaviest of my life. I'm really sold on this body building. It's the only route for a puny guy like me. At any rate "Giff" better look out because I'll be a horse by this summer. Ha!
May 18, 1959
Well, the alums beat Nagel's varsity 14-0. And yours truly had one of his better nights. Hit 12 of 18 for 185 yards and one touchdown. Even skirted end for 10 yards in the fourth quarter just to rub salt into an open wound. Got off a long one in the second quarter that netted 77 yards and the ball traveled about 50 in the air. Felt mighty nice, pardner. Nagel is now a picture of humility. Ah, revenge is sweet.