"That was a
great bunch of kids," Martens says, recalling his previous, mostly senior
team. "They did well all the way through school, not only in sports but in
class and in other extracurricular activities. They were an easy group to
coach, at least for me. They responded to the serious, intense approach, and
that's the kind of personality I have."
The present
seniors are well aware of the record and general reputation of their
predecessors, both of which rankle them. "We heard about those guys all the
way through school," says Rick Jensen. "What super studs and students
they were. Our class is meant to be the rowdy one, and I guess I'm meant to be
one of the worst rowdies."
"What do you
do to be a rowdy?"
"Not so much,
at least in this town. Just messing around, you know, not caring that much
about school or what people think of you. I guess it's what they call
attitude."
"They were
always big on that school-spirit stuff," says Randi Noel of the departed
seniors. "We laugh at it. I don't play football for the school or Martens.
I play it for me. They think I'm a rowdy because I hang around with
Rick."
As a matter of
fact, Jensen, the football lover, had seriously considered not playing in his
senior year. He felt he had not been given enough playing time as a junior,
that Martens had unjustly favored the straight-arrow seniors he found more
compatible personally. By summer Jensen had changed his mind. "I suppose I
cooled off," he says. "I got to thinking how bad I'd feel sitting in
the stands watching all these guys play. Another thing is, my old man is a real
football freak. He used to play here, and he runs the scoreboard for home
games. If I hadn't played, it would have been a bad fall around the
house."
Martens gives no
indication that his redheaded fullback-linebacker is on any kind of a bad list.
"He's a tough kid," the coach says, "and he has a real feel for
this game. He may not be the greatest practice player, but that's just his
temperament. On Friday night Rick comes to play. You never have to worry about
him putting out.
"This is a
funny bunch. There are a lot of good kids, but they are not very cohesive. They
don't give you a team feeling. There are no real leaders. They all look up to
Jensen and Steve Hunt, but those two just play their own game, do their own
thing. Cree and Noel do some hollering and talking, but the rest don't listen
much. Jeff Schutter is going to run the team fine—he's a strong, smart,
dedicated kid—but he's more of a technician, not the inspirational-type
quarterback. I guess that's going to be my job, bringing them together, finding
out how to reach them."
Martens' main
worry this season is lack of depth. "I may have as many as nine people
playing both ways, including Jeff, and I usually like to give the quarterback
some rest if I can. Some of my people are really going to be dragging in that
last quarter."
There is a
venerable conditioning drill Martens uses during the hot August two-a-days. He
stands in the center of a big circle and tosses the football at random to one
of the players, who starts sprinting around the circle clockwise. The man next
to him takes off in pursuit, then a third man starts chasing the second, and so
on until the entire squad is chugging around, chasing itself.