I thought about
that for a minute. "What's that got to do with it?" I asked. "I'm
to make a difference in the huddle," he said. "These guys are sort of
independent, especially the receivers, and we need somebody to tell 'em what to
I began to have a
few doubts then, especially about the receivers, and I was still a little
worried about that pile of people I'd seen down at the other end of the field,
where the moan had come from. But it looked as though I was going to get a
chance to play—some, anyway.
never did show up for that practice. After I'd thrown a few more to the Tree
and had to stop because it felt like my arm was going to come off, everything
broke up and I went home.
I came into the
kitchen with a smile on my face and said, "I made it...the team. You're
looking at a quarterback."
My wife looked at
me and asked, "What's wrong with your arm?"
I looked at it,
and it was sort of hanging down like something old and soft you'd hang up high
so the kids couldn't touch it, because if they did it would come apart.
"Nothing," I said, and tried to move it to show her. It wouldn't
She shook her
head a little sadly and went over to the stove. I went into the living room and
got some paper and a pencil and started on a few pass patterns,
I was going to be
ready because we had another practice next Saturday, and the Sunday after that
was our first exhibition game. Oh, yes, we had them, at least that's what
Buffalo called them when he wrote them up for the paper.