"They're liable to be any way out there," Bill says.
I am sitting at my desk and still thinking about our Brown Right-73 for our opening play, and I take a yellow lined pad and I diagram it:
What I still like about that play, looking at it on paper now, is that it really goes to work on that middle linebacker. Ringo sets him up with a drive block for Ron Kramer, who releases from his tight-end spot and comes across and bull-blocks him. Taylor fakes up the middle and then takes that big 76 at right tackle. It's a tough block for Jerry Kramer on that 71 at left tackle, but if they give Paul Hornung any daylight and his thigh is all right he should go. Another nice thing about it, too, is that it is a good influence play on their left end. Forrest Gregg pulls across his face, making him think the play is going outside, and when it goes inside you've got that trap on him.
I'm looking at our ready list now, in its plastic envelope, the right formations on the one 8 x 11 card, the left formations on the card on the other side. The running plays are listed above the holes where they are designed to go, the passing plays are listed below, and I jot down half a dozen plays, any of which could be logical calls in our first sequence, depending on the result of our 73 and the reaction to it.
"How's Taylor?" I say to Gene Brusky as I see him walk in.
"He had 101 last night," Gene says. "It's normal this morning."
I walk out then and find Jim Taylor.
"Jim?" I say. "How do you feel? The doctor says you're going to be all right."
"I hope so," he says, and I hope so, too. He is one of those performers who has to be emotionally up and I'm hoping not only that the fever hasn't drained him physically but also that it hasn't defeated him psychologically.
"Jim? Bubba?" I say, and I get Ringo and Bubba Forester, our two captains, together. "If you win the toss, receive. If we have to kick off, take the north goal."