Arararararargh!

Yet Vincent Thomas Lombardi is a man for his time—and, certainly, a man for his place. For years Washington's appetite for idealism and its appreciation of romance have been starved on a diet of platitude, bombast and forked-tongue aphorism as dished out by Washington's ruling-class population of politicians, bureaucrats and the captains of vested interests. A few good Ararararararghs! can only be counted as a welcome sound in such an environment.

Washington cannot be faulted for its posture of genuflection upon the arrival of a man carrying a full-fledged legend on his shoulders. And whether Vince Lombardi can keep his legend alive is probably less important than the fact that he is a very happy man to be able to lay it on the line again.