A Stadium Inside A Studio

We had a heavy football schedule. On Friday nights we broadcast University of Miami games, on Saturday afternoon eastern college games followed by West Coast college games, on Saturday nights Louisiana State games and on Sundays two National Football League games, usually one from the East, the other from the West.

Obviously, I had to do a lot of traveling. I cut the schedule so thin that I never knew whether I'd arrive at a game on time or not. One day Gordon told me to negotiate for the rights to the Senior Bowl game, which then was carried by CBS, so I set up a meeting in New York with the Senior Bowl general manager, Rea Schuessler. The only time we could find was Sunday morning. I was doing the Tennessee-Mississippi game at Oxford, Miss, on Saturday afternoon, and the Cleveland Browns- New York Giants game at the Polo Grounds on Sunday.

I flew to Memphis, where I rented a car and drove to Oxford. There was a flight out of Memphis for New York that I could just about make if the game didn't take too long, but it was touch and go. On the road back to Memphis the car suddenly coughed and died on inc. I grabbed my bag and typewriter and started hitchhiking. A pickup truck took me to the outskirts of Memphis, where I got a cab to the airport.

My plane was long gone, but there was a flight to St. Louis with a close connection with a New York flight. I made it by a hair, arriving in New York tired but triumphant early Sunday morning.

Schuessler came over to see me at the hotel. After he left I called McLendon in Dallas.

"Hello, Lindsey," he said. "Where are you, boy?"

"I'm in New York."

"Do we have something in New York today?"

"The Giants and the Browns."

"Great," he said. "I'll be listening."