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BUMPY JOURNEY TO OBLIVION
Scarff Downing
December 09, 1963
In a void of cheers a Princeton 150-pound footballer writes of a small, bruising world filled with dedication, perspiration—and the ever-present menace of the boiler room routine
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December 09, 1963

Bumpy Journey To Oblivion

In a void of cheers a Princeton 150-pound footballer writes of a small, bruising world filled with dedication, perspiration—and the ever-present menace of the boiler room routine

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"How about that?" I say. "What perfect weight control."

"If you stand there any longer the needle's going to go up."

I give my jersey number to Mickey Vogt, the assistant coach, and he checks me off as having made weight. In our league we run weigh-ins strictly on an honor system. The first thing I do after making weight is take a drink—a long drink. Then Artie and I start talking about weigh-ins.

"Chip and Alan didn't make it the first time around," he says.

"How much did they miss it by?"

"One-sixth of a pound for Chip and nearly two pounds for Alan."

"Alan better hustle down to the boiler room," I said. "This is the best weigh-in I've had yet. Timed it perfectly today. Last week for Columbia I went all the way down to 151."

"You know it would be really lousy to find that after all the trouble we go through making weight the other teams don't even bother."

"I guess we can't know for sure. But I heard that Navy weighs in on Wednesday. They can get pretty big in those extra two days."

"Yes, and I heard that Penn doesn't bother to make weight after the first game. We play them last this year, so they ought to be really big."

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