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A LOCOMOTIVE FOR THE CLASS OF '76
Dan Jenkins
October 30, 1972
Now that freshmen can play football with the big boys, coaches have something new to cheer—or groan—about
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October 30, 1972

A Locomotive For The Class Of '76

Now that freshmen can play football with the big boys, coaches have something new to cheer—or groan—about

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How about the Buckey Twins of North Carolina State? Dave throws, Don catches, and the school hasn't been this excited since Roman Gabriel was around, somewhere near the time of Lillian Russell. The Buckey Twins are exactly that, identical. They wear the same clothes, think the same thoughts and come from the same Akron, Ohio. And after they had stepped forward in mid-September and thrashed Syracuse 43-20 with a lot of throwing and catching, Ben Schwartzwalder said, "They have amazing poise for their age."

Confidence, too. "We knew we'd have a chance to play early if we went to State," says Don, the catcher. "We've got the best offense in the United States. We can move the ball on anybody. By the time we're seniors, State will be in the top 10."

The Buckeys have already made a lot of believers. When N.C. State whipped East Carolina 38-16 last week, it put State's record at 4-2-1, and both of the losses were squeakers. In the old grudge match against North Carolina, with both freshmen having a good afternoon, they lost 34-33 only because State tried a two-point conversion and failed.

Dave Buckey was a sprintout passer in high school, but now he's all kinds, and in Don he has a receiver who is not only slippery but, as a twin, probably coordinates with the quarterback through ESP.

"I often converse with someone on the street," says Don, "and Dave will see the same person later and ask him the same questions."

There is something equally mysterious about another Ohio freshman, one who stayed home. At Ohio State, to be exact. It's the way he runs. A couple of teams couldn't really tell you much about Archie Griffin because they haven't found him yet. Archie got 239 yards on North Carolina and 192 yards on Illinois, and through five games now (although you can hardly count the opener since he was in only momentarily at the end) he is averaging 107 yards per Saturday. Everybody in Columbus regards him as Hopalong Cassady reincarnate.

If there is a more impressive freshman running back in the land than Griffin, it could be Wayne Morris of SMU, who is big and fast and obviously has less help. Wayne Morris is already being pronounced the greatest thing to come to the school since Doak Walker, although until last Saturday he hadn't even been able to get into the starting lineup because Coach Hayden Fry persisted in alternating him with Alvin Maxson, the Southwest Conference's leading rusher in 1971. Against Rice last week, Morris sneaked in with Maxson at the same time and the results were certainly gratifying for SMU fans. Rice threw everything it had into stopping the "M Boys," so SMU Quarterback Keith Bobo had a field day and the Mustangs buried Rice 29-14. It proved a freshman can beat you at times with his mere presence. Morris gained only 73 yards, but after five games, four of which he did not play that much of, the world finds Wayne Morris averaging a flashy 7.3 yards a carry with 499 yards gained.

His old high school coach, Norman Jett, is admittedly prejudiced but not insane. And he says, "Wayne is the best football player in the conference right now. If he doesn't get hurt, he is a cinch Heisman Trophy winner before he is through. And you cannot believe what a great person he is. He'll invigorate the whole team."

Hayden Fry concurs, with no restraint. "He is a dream come true," says the coach. "He has wisdom beyond his years, poise, personality, and unbelievable athletic ability."

One of the things that coaches felt would go against freshmen the most would be their lack of muscle development on proper weight programs, which the upperclassmen would have had. The old man-against-boy theory. Of course, such a thing wouldn't apply to somebody like Notre Dame's Steve Niehaus. Until he suffered a freak injury in practice last week and was lost for the season, Niehaus was looking like a typical South Bend immortal. He was big and strong enough (6'5", 265) to take care of himself nicely, thanks, as a starting defensive tackle.

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