Bob Marks of Bucknell made no All-America team this year and, in truth, no one really expected him to. Yet Marks—even though he's a defensive back by trade—was probably the most effective passer in college football. He was used sparingly on offense and got to throw only 32 passes all season, less than many pro quarterbacks do in one game. But he completed 22 of the 32, and eight—or one of every four passes that he threw—went for touchdowns. He had a nice sense of the dramatic, too. When his team fell behind in its final conference game, Marks came out of the bullpen—er, the defense—and flipped two touchdown passes to give Bucknell its first Middle Atlantic Conference championship.
PROMISE HIM ANYTHING
Men's perfume—cologne, that is, and after-shave lotion—is in the air these days, and the copy selling it is redolent of the finest in sports clich�. Jaguar, for instance, is "for the man...who plays to win, whatever the game," and Tournament is "for the man with drive." Sir is "aggressive," Royal Regiment is "brilliantly rugged," Dant� has "subtle power" and British Sterling says you'll "become a legend in your own time." Gant, on the one hand, appeals to the Leo Durocher or win-at-any-price school (it "gives a man an unfair advantage"), whereas Match Play apparently is for the underdog ("you'll stage an upset—whatever the game").
This is all an interesting development, and one that should last for some time. We hope that the manufacturers continue to catch the scent of sport in their pursuit of new products, and we recommend only that they come closer to the target in their search for he-man reality. For starters, we suggest Old Mitt ("you won't drop the ball"), Tennis Socks ("stand straight and tall"), Gray Sweatshirt ("unforgettably masculine") and Locker Room ("she'll remember you").
Fishermen, long driven to fantasies of justifiable homicide by water skiers, have finally found one of their number willing to strike back. When the latest skier buzzed Larry Weber's dock on Clearwater Beach in Florida, Weber stood ready with fishing rod. He made a perfect cast with a hookless dummy plug, the line went around target Phil Lundin's waist and Lundin's water skiing go was abruptly ended.
The cop that Lundin angrily summoned must have been a water skier: he hauled Weber in on an assault-and-battery charge. Judge Robert Freeze of Clearwater kept Weber out of the cooler by reducing the charge to simple assault and fining him $15. The judge also complimented him on his casting.