Majors laughed and led the way outside to the plane. The flight to Bowling Green would take more than an hour, bucking head winds. From there, Robbie Franklin said, it was another 30 minutes by car to where the prospect, 18-year-old Donnie Evans, lived on a dairy farm outside Franklin, Ky. Robbie carried an overnight bag. If necessary, he would spend the night to get the boy's signature on a national letter the next day, when binders became final. Majors was carrying only a briefcase.
"What's the story on this kid?" he asked as they buckled in, facing forward in the six-seater. "I thought he was ours."
"I think he needs to be reassured, coach. Woody Hayes came in with both barrels and now the boy's confused. I think he just wants to hear you say you want him."
"Well, we want him, all right. He has the size we need."
Majors dug into his briefcase for his list of recruits, looking for statistics.
"Yes, sir. Probably make a nose guard. He saw your Pittsburgh defense in the Sugar Bowl and was impressed."
"How about academics?"
"Not too strong, but we can help him. He's certainly no dummy. He read where you said you wouldn't win the national championship with this year's crop of recruits."
"Well, that's right, isn't it? We've done O.K., but we were late starting. If we could have brought in the numbers we did at Pitt...."