tackle from Highland Cream Teachers."
again? The connection..."
Caroline's his name—everybody's agog in here."
Everybody's agog. Bill, the kid's big—a real fat kid, run up oh maybe five, six
hundred pounds, big as a mountain, and big on speed, too, Bill, no hands to
speak of, but he can knock you down with those feet, great big cat-quick feet,
and as for attitude, he's got a real beautiful attitude; he doesn't
I never called
such a thing in. I hadn't the nerve. But when the 12th round came along, about
6 in the morning, a player's name came up, San Francisco's choice, which caught
my fancy and gave me a small chance to indicate my newfound attitude of
irreverence. When I picked up the phone to report, I said: "Bill, San
Francisco has just taken a halfback from Fresno State named Dave
Plump," said Ford. I heard him repeat the name to the others. They kept
charts in the home office, crossing off names as I called in the other teams'
"I think we
missed a bet there, a great bet," I said. "You could have worked him
into the Detroit backfield with Milt Plum, your regular quarterback."
that?" asked Ford. "Speak up. The connection's gone sour."
I shouted into the phone. "You could have had Plump in there for Plum's
hand-offs—Plum to Plump!"