"You got any eligibility left, Neal?" Ellender says. "We could use a linebacker."
"I've still got my old helmet," says the major. "I had it out yesterday. It's got purple and gold scars on it. But listen, Coach, I've been talking with some of those LSU people. They tell me you're loaded. They say you're outrecruiting 'em. I think you must have 'em scared a little."
On the screen the green team is giving the purple and golds all they can handle. A field goal puts the Greenies ahead. The major cries out approvingly.
"Boy, I sure hope you get the Tigers this fall," the major says. "Glenda made it a policy never to give me any bad news when I was Up There. So I had to read between the lines. Only a handful of her letters got through, but every year or so she'd say, 'Tulane's waiting for you to come back to beat LSU.' That meant we'd lost again.
"So this is the year, and I'm not going to miss it for anything. I've got two appointments on my calendar that I'd risk a divorce to make. This summer there's a reunion with the Red River Rats—the guys who were shot down Up There. That'll be stag, in Las Vegas. Then there's the LSU game."
On the screen the green team is taking its 3-0 lead into the half.
"Look at 'em whooping it up on the sidelines," the major says. "I've never seen a Tulane team with such spirit. You'd think the game was over."
"I wish it was," says Ellender.
In the second half LSU asserts itself and takes a slim lead. The major, at the controls of the projector, reruns key plays, arching forward on his seat. He flips the switch and the players run backward.
"What's the blocking rules for the center on this?"