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Edited by Robert W. Creamer
December 13, 1976
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December 13, 1976


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At the game three program numbers were drawn. The selectees shot from the free-throw line first, with the winner there getting the chance for the big shot from midcourt. After eliminating his rivals at the foul line, predental student Dale McCall stepped to midcourt and on his first try swished the ball through the basket. He explained later that when he was a high school senior he used to practice that midcourt shot and got so he was making it 60% of the time. "I'm loaded down with studying," he said happily about his prize, "but I wouldn't miss this trip." A glum Tubbs muttered to himself, "You've just lost $500, you dummy." But, Billy, think of the publicity.


There are summer camps for football, baseball, basketball, golf, tennis, soccer—just about every sport. And if you don't feel like being in a sport but would rather just cheer for one, there are camps for cheerleading, too. There is even a National Cheerleaders Association, based in Dallas, which supervises yell camps in 46 states and Canada, as well as a couple of places in Europe.

The campers, about 90% of them girls, pay from $50 to $75 a week for room, board and five days of instruction in cheering and chanting and otherwise firing crowds to a fever pitch. The NCA says the camps, most of them on university campuses, handle about 100,000 students each year and generate revenues of about $7 million. California is a particular rah-rah hotbed, with clinics scattered each summer from Chico in the north to San Diego in the south.

We wonder if football coaches, with their fanatic insistence on paying attention to every detail relating to their sport, are scouting the camps. We can imagine an assistant's report on a prospect: "Sally Pompon, 5'5", 118. Yells good. Sings real good. Can do five backflips in 4.5 seconds. A blue-chipper."


Exceptionally foul weather—snow, fog, sleet and rain—knocked 30 games out of Great Britain's soccer schedule last weekend, creating the possibility of turmoil in the nationwide football pools to which the British are addicted.

Was there an uproar? No. This sort of thing has happened before, and a very civilized sort of plan was ready for just such a contingency. The Marquis of Bath convened a panel consisting of himself, a former referee and several former soccer stars. They all sat down in a BBC studio and decided among themselves how the canceled games would have come out if they had been played. On their conclusions the multimillion-dollar payouts on the pools were made, with hardly a murmur anywhere. If it is true that there will always be an England, this is one of the reasons why.


Undefeated Rutgers' claim to national recognition as one of the nation's top college football teams (SI, Dec. 6) cooled a little when it was discovered that a devastating miscall by an official helped the Scarlet Knights to their squeaky 17-9 win over tough little Colgate. In the third period Rutgers, trailing 6-3, had to punt from its 46. The snap from center sailed over the head of Kicker Joe Moss, and Colgate's Pat Horan, chasing after Moss, shoved him aside and fell on the ball at the Rutgers 16.

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