The thing about Berg is that if you want to be safe in your illusions about placekickers, he's your man. He is an art major (he sculpts, draws, messes around with ceramics, wants to design toys for a living). His hair springs from his head in a wide, curly arc. He taught himself to kick, using a flimsy canvas shoe from which he cut the toe out and the sole off. The shoe was held together, barely, with laces and tape.
Berg is also one of the best. He has kicked 12 of 16 this fall, including a record five in New Mexico's opening game. He is also one of the fastest guns. He gets a placement off so quickly there is scarcely time for the defense to move, much less block it.
At those times, Berg says, "I never look up. I step it off, line up the posts, put my head down and kick." He says he has "never seen anybody coming in at me. It'd probably scare the hell out of me if I did."
Ah, that's the way we like to hear 'em talk.