Then Harvard's multiflex began to whir from its own 38. Sometimes backs would line up as ends, sometimes 10 men would be on the line. The Crimson ran from single, double and triple wings. They used cross bucks, traps and options. There were so many men in motion they appeared to be square dancing. On the first play of the second quarter Brown passed 14 yards to Tight End Paul Sablock for a touchdown and Gary Bosnic's conversion made it 7-3 Harvard.
Yale came back with another power drive, this time answering the day's biggest question: Can Harvard stop Pagliaro? The Elis went 54 yards on nine running plays, five of them by Pagliaro, including a 13-yarder on a quick burst up the middle and a lightning cut to the right sideline. Angelone scored the touchdown from the five, through a hole made possible by a perfect fake to Pagliaro, and Yale led 10-7.
Meanwhile, the Yale defense came to grips with the multiflex, shifting move for move with the Crimson. Restic even tried putting his quarterback in motion, with the snap going directly to the tailback, who happened to be Brian Buckley, a second-string quarterback. One time Buckley threw a pass intended for Brown—quarterback to quarterback. No matter. Turnovers would stop Harvard's last two threatening drives.
This was Derby Day at the Bowl. Pagliaro had already surpassed 100 yards for the fifth straight game by the fourth quarter, but with the score still 10-7, Rizzo was sacked on his own 35 on third down. Sullivan went back to punt and got a bad snap and a fierce rush. He lit out for the sideline and streaked by the first-down marker and the Harvard defense 65 yards for a touchdown. The Derby crowd had more than it bargained for, and Pagliaro was yet to make a curtain call.
The final Yale drive was all his: Pagliaro of Yale, last reel. He carried on nine of the 13 plays, plunging, spinning, slashing, twisting—five and six yards at a clip—and finally leaping, not diving, over the Harvard line from the two, ball held aloft, for the final touchdown of the game and his career. Yale 24-7.
He was so overjoyed he threw the ball up in the air and into the stands, costing Yale a 15-yard penalty for unsportsmanlike conduct. Unsportsmanlike conduct? Unnecessary exuberance is more like it. Pagliaro had gained 172 yards on 30 carries, thereby finishing the season with 1,159 yards, another Yale record, but still 471 yards shy of Jauron's career record.
In the jubilant locker room, Pagliaro, as usual, refused to put personal triumphs ahead of the team's, ahead of Yale's. "Heroes reside in people's minds," he said between sips of champagne, puffs of a cigar, embraces with teammates and choruses of "Bull dog! Bull dog! Bow, wow, wow."
"This is why I've always loved the Ivies," he said, puffing and drinking. "We don't need national championships. Just joy...and cigars and champagne."