"I think a screen would go here. Coach," Rote put in.
"But one thing. Coach," Moore added. "Let's go to the narrow side of the field. If we're on the left hash mark let's throw in to that sideline. I know Melvin Robertson, their defensive coordinator, and he likes to protect his big backyard. I guarantee you that all night long they will be rolling their deep secondary to the wide side of the field. I was at a clinic this past summer that Robertson spoke at and that's all he talked about."
"All right," Peterson said. "What else?"
"Draw," Conover put in.
"Anything else? How about Halfback Rim?"
"Risky, Coach," Rote said. "Especially if they're in Five Short."
Conover turned in his seat and gave Rote a sour look.
"All right," Peterson said. He wrote the several plays down on the blackboard beside the little X he'd made to show where the ball was. "Assume the draw. How much did we make, Charlie?"
"Six yards," Moore said. "Second and four—ball in the middle of the field on the 36-yard line."
Peterson poised his chalk and looked over his shoulder—"17 lead?"