Mary Sue, a small blonde who went two years to SMU and then graduated from Texas, suggested that whatever they were to have they have it quickly, because the traffic to the Cotton Bowl for the SMU-Navy game was going to be pretty brutal.
"I hope SMU does good," she said. "Do they have a chance to beat Navy, Joe?"
"Flattop Fry, boys," said Joe in his sepulchral voice, as if he had been asked to answer the entire room.
"Old Flattop," said Cecil Morgan. It was Joe and Cecil's private way of making fun of SMU's crew-cut Coach Hayden Fry, who somehow acquired that nickname from them. Coffman and Morgan, given time, can make fun of every coach in the country—except Texas' Darrell Royal.
"Can they, Joe?" Mary Sue asked.
"Hell, yes," said Joe. "They haven't got any athletes, but they'll get after 'em. Like to see it. Be the start of an upset weekend, boys. The one we gotta have is tomorrow, though. Got to send 'em back across the Red River." Joe ordered another beer. And another. And one more.
"We better move out," Cecil Morgan said presently. "They're gonna hang us up in that state fair traffic."
"Yawl want paper cups?" Gordo asked, thoughtfully.
"I 'magine," said Joe. "Take that pizza with you, Mary Sue. Grab that beer, Cecil. We got to go see the Red Helmets play the Navys."
"Old Flattop," said Cecil.