I could hear him
murmuring distantly at the other end of the line, but then I heard the rustling
in nearby seats, the superfans looking over and some of the others, so I said:
"Never mind, Bill. Just an idea," and put up the receiver.
Later on, an even
livelier parlay of names turned up. The Green Bay Packers on their seventh
round had picked up a tackle from Wisconsin, Roger Jacobazzi. On the 20th
round, the last one of the draft, Minnesota picked up Cosmo Iacavazzi, the
Princeton fullback, and 10 minutes later St. Louis drafted Tony Giacobazzi—a
fine welter of azzis, and outrageous, I thought in my gentle state of lunacy,
that some team in the NFL had not made the quixotic decision to pick all three.
But I did not have time to brood about it, because in that 20th round something
happened that returned me irretrievably to the Detroit fold.
before Detroit's choice was due, Aldo Forte, the line coach, called in. He had
taken over from Bill Ford, who had finally packed up and gone home. It was one
o'clock Sunday-afternoon. We had been going for 29 hours.
"You all set for our last choice?"
"We got a
surprise choice coming up," Forte said. "Big surprise."
that?" I asked.
Forte said, "we've decided to draft you!"
on," I said.