Funny, Darrell, funny.
"Let me tell you another thing. You can talk about your drop-back passers and your pro prospects all you want to, but it takes some kind of athlete to run our team the way Eddie does. It takes an athlete to read the option, make the handoff, keep and run as well as he does, or make the pitch and then throw a block. You take the guys with the stats. I want Eddie."
Phillips, who has good looks a bit on the order of Robert Redford and who may now have finally outrun the shadow of James Street, his predecessor, was confident about the outcome before, during and after the game.
"We've never been so well prepared," said Phillips. "I guess it was about as close to perfect as we can play."
There was special significance to the day for Steve Worster. He had been forbidden to play by his mother because he had been injured—a hip pointer, they called it—in the Texas A&M game. Early last week the papers and radio stations were full of gloomy reports. So Woo got a call from his home town of Bridge City in East Texas.
As he remembers the conversation, it went like this:
Mrs. Worster: How bad are you hurt?
Steve: I'm fine. I'll be all right.
Mrs. Worster: You're not going to play. It's not that important.
Steve: It's what?