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IT WAS ONLY A GAME OF TOUCH
George V. Packard
September 18, 1967
There seemed no reason to be apprehensive. On Sundays a bunch of guys edging toward middle age got together for a little pretend football. Trouble was, it was pretend pro football. They should have hired Vince Lombardi to coach it
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September 18, 1967

It Was Only A Game Of Touch

There seemed no reason to be apprehensive. On Sundays a bunch of guys edging toward middle age got together for a little pretend football. Trouble was, it was pretend pro football. They should have hired Vince Lombardi to coach it

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"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.

"This gorilla 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."

"So?" I said, knowing it was the wrong thing.

"What do you mean, so!"

I didn't know what I meant, and I started to say "so" again but stopped.

"What exactly 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.

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