In the coaches' room Cochran is copying the ready list into a pocket notebook. I change into slacks and pull on a pair of white woolen socks and the ripple-soled coaching shoes.
"All right," I say, "I want the quarterbacks in here."
"Bart! Johnny Roach!" Cochran calls as the others leave the room.
When Starr and Roach come in they sit down at the table, with Cochran standing behind them, and I sit down across from them.
"Generally," I say, "your sweeps should be to your left. As far as your pitchout is concerned, I'd use 48 to the left side. When you're going for short yardage you know you can expect the 6-1, so you use those short-yardage and goal-line plays we've been working on."
As I look at them they are intent and nodding. "Now for our first play let's try the 73. That's whether they're in the 6-1 or 4-3 or whatever they do. O.K.?"
"Yes, sir," Starr says.
They get up and leave. At 12:15 I put on my topcoat and transparent raincoat over it. I walk to the door of the dressing room and look at them. They are now in uniform and wearing olive-green rain jackets and dark blue knitted skull caps. All of them are waiting.
"Let's go!" they shout, and they clap their hands in unison and they start filing out. Their cleats make the sound of hailstones hitting the concrete and, as I follow them out and look up, the rain, still light and hesitant, hits my face.
With Bengtson and Austin and Dick Voris I follow them out onto the field. The stands are about two-thirds full. We head for the far end zone and I stop and pick a couple of tufts of grass and stand there and throw one up and then the other. Right now the wind is not too strong and out of the northeast. If we lose the toss and have to kick off we will stay with the north goal.