We go into Brown Right and I watch. We come off the ball and Moore has it, swinging to his right. Our guards are pulling and it looks good. Their left safety is coming up hard and their left halfback is playing it for the run, too. Boyd Dow-ler's down there, open, heading for the end zone, and Moore slows now and throws. I watch the flight of the ball, and it's no good. It's short. It's underthrown, behind Dowler, and their weakside safety, racing across, makes a great extended catch and falls into the end zone with it. The half ends soon after. We should have them at least 14 to 7, I'm thinking, walking across the field and up the ramp—at least that.
The defense has taken the far end of the dressing room, their chairs grouped in front of the blackboard. The offense is seated facing the other way, and the trainers and clubhouse boys are circulating, the trainers with tape and the clubhouse boys with water and towels. Bengtson is briefing the defense, Austin is talking with the offensive linemen about cross-blocking against a weak side over-shift, answering questions, and Cochran and Tom Fears are with the backs and receivers, going over what the other people's defensive backs have been doing on their coverage.
"Five minutes!" the official calls from the door.
The defense gets up and moves to the front of the room. The offense remains seated and I walk around and face them and wait for the room to quiet down.
"All right," I say. "We've made our mistakes, but that's all over. That's out of the way and done with. Let's remember this, though. They will make mistakes. We'll force them. So let's go!"
I follow them out and as I cross the field the last members of the band are filing off, and I'm aware it is still raining. And now let's not give them a long runback, I'm thinking as I watch us line up to kick off. They don't and we finally get the ball on our own 22.
"4-3!" Austin is shouting.
Dowler makes a diving catch over the middle and we're first and 10 on our 37. Taylor picks up two, but Starr throws behind Max McGee and Max is screaming about interference. Starr is rolling toward me now. It's our 4-X switch and Dowler makes a great leaping catch. With that left halfback, 81, on his back, he rolls over, gets up and drives for two more yards.
We've got the first down on their 41. On our swing delay Taylor picks up their blitzing weak side linebacker and Ron Kramer takes the strong-side blitz and McGee beats his man on a down-and-out and it's another first down. We're on their 27.
All right, I'm thinking, we've got that momentum back now. We're in Red Left and that middle linebacker moves to his left with Taylor, as we said he would. It is Hornung on our 51, but the play is taking a little too long to materialize and that big left tackle has 75 pounds on Jim Ringo and finally overpowers him and makes the tackle on the 23.