Coach B: "He dates a blonde with a convertible from Chicago. Northwestern has the inside track."
Coach A: "A 6-foot 10-inch New Oldhaven kid with a fallaway layup shot?"
Coach B: "Come on. He's a good one, but you know we can't use Negroes yet."
Coach A: "Well, I know you're planning on using a 6-foot 4-inch redheaded jump shot from East Apple, N.J. You're doing great with his mother."
Coach B: "Sure. I telephone her about once a week and say, 'Hello, Gloria. How's Billy doing today?' "
Coach A: "I know you do. I've been in the living room twice when you called."
For half an hour the battle of the nameless players continued. Finally Coach A said, "A 6-foot 9-inch ambidextrous Baptist from Alabama?"
Coach B thought and fussed and frowned and thought. Finally his face lit up. "You rat!" he cried. "There isn't a 6-foot 9-inch Baptist from Alabama!"
"You're right!" roared Coach A, and the game was over.