"Times change. Even Coach Stewart recognizes the need for change once in a while. He had old-fashioned rules about hair over the collar and ties and coats on road trips—the same ugly mustard gold blazers. Everybody looking like altar boys. You couldn't wear anything but high-top Converse shoes. He laid the rules down, and if a guy didn't like it, see you later.
"We lost eight guys in three years. My freshman year, the more he got on us the worse we played. We lost eight straight games and 11 of our last 13. Some guys he rode just couldn't take it. I think he learned a lot from that. He's easier-going this year. This season he let us make our own rules. We met on it. We decided to have three rules: no cigarettes, no drugs, no alcoholic beverages, except beer. The brothers were big for beer. I voted for hard liquor."
"You did not."
"Yes, I did. Smoking was no problem. I can't stand the smell."
"You ever try grass?"
"Once. Everybody had been telling me how good it made you feel, and I got one and puffed it about two hours. All I got was a sore throat."
"Now if I can figure out a way to get your brother to move out of your apartment...."
Terri laughed. "I tell people my brother shares my apartment and they don't believe it. It's true. He's a sophomore. Jim can't stand it."
"I like him. I really do. I mean, he means well, but geez, he's got his nose in the books all the time. He's in bed every night at quarter toll. I'm just getting set for a little Johnny Carson and he wants to go to bed. And his grades are no better than mine."