"What did he
mean about what?" I answered negatively.
"What did he
mean when he said, 'Mrs. Packard, rest assured that we are going to do
everything in our power to take the best possible care of your husband,' and
then he put somebody else on with a voice like a gorilla."
That was Fitzy, I
thought. Fitzy Williams was our strong-side blocker and in charge of the
offensive blocking assignments, and I started to get worried.
one told me that all he thinks about every night is protecting my husband; that
his only reason for existence on that field is to protect you."
said, knowing it was the wrong thing.
"What do you
I didn't know
what I meant, and I started to say "so" again but stopped.
is he staying up nights to protect you from?" Anne asked.
I started to try
to explain the game to Anne again. I have tried to explain the game of football
to her every fall for nearly 12 years, and every year the same thing happens.
She doesn't understand it. She has some kind of mental block against
understanding it. Somewhere inside her is something that makes her incapable of
understanding football. Once I tried to explain to her what a light-year was
and how far it is to the next nearest star, and she said the same thing she
always says when I try to explain football: "Please!"
Once I almost
succeeded—with football, not light-years—because I had figured out a new angle.
I told her about Paul Hornung and showed her a picture of Jimmy Brown without
any shirt on, and she began to get interested and even read some about Jimmy
Brown, but it didn't last.