The pilgrim stared at the single scrap-book incredulously. "Is this the only scrapbook you've kept for all your years in college athletics?" he asked.
"Oh," said Biggie, "there are a few more at home. My mother kept them up. Later on we'll drop by the house and look at them if you want. I don't believe in keeping a lot of clippings. They're ancient history. But my mother was a great one for saving everything the papers said about me. You might get a kick out of looking at them." He chuckled and bent his head forward to exhibit a bald spot. "I would like you to see a picture of me when I had curly hair."
"O.K. I'll roam around while you're being interviewed by Pete Waldmeir. And I'll feel free to wander in and out, since I suppose you won't be saying anything off the record."
Biggie shook his head, picked up the phone and said, "Hello, Pete."
"Dorothy," said the pilgrim, following Biggie's secretary into her own office, "that call from Pete Waldmeir of the
. That surprised me. Wasn't there a time when calls from Pete weren't welcome around here?"
Dorothy arranged some papers on her desk. She smiled and said nothing.
But Dorothy—as well as everybody else on the Michigan State campus—knew very well that Pete Waldmeir had written the story that had brought the long-standing feud between Biggie and his onetime prot�g�, Head Football Coach Duffy Daugherty, to a bitter climax, noisy enough to drown out the bellows from the bull barn far across the campus.
The visitor strolled out of Dorothy Miller's office and looked out into the great lobby of Jenison Gymnasium. On the other side of the lobby, a rock's throw away, was Duffy Daugherty's office, smaller than Biggie's, but wood-paneled and scarcely less elegant. The lobby itself was filled with pictures of past Michigan State teams and individual stars and was dominated by a great sign bearing the Grantland Rice lines,
When the One Great Scorer comes
to write against your name
He writes—not that you won or
lost—but how you played the Game.
The Game between Duffy Daugherty and Biggie Munn was not yet over, but the story Pete Waldmeir had written a few years back had almost caused the one great MSU president, John Hannah, to blow the final whistle on the pair of them. The background to Waldmeir's story was as follows: