If Iowa was his biggest thrill, what about Michigan?
"What I remember about the Michigan game was the blocking. We outblocked 'em, that's all. And I remember afterward being so hungry. I went back to the fraternity, and a lot of people were partying. So a friend and I ducked out through the kitchen and went for something to eat. Then we went to a movie and went to bed."
"How'd you get number 77?"
"The guy in front of me got 76; the guy in back got 78."
"You didn't graduate, which I suppose at the time was perceived as a bad thing for college sport," the visitor said. "Do you regret it?"
"Well, I never had anybody ask me for my diploma, if that's what you mean. But I suppose I resent it a little that people mistake a lack of a diploma for a lack of brains. I was a good student. Hell, I had all kinds of trigonometry. A lot of people think if you play football you're dumb, but if you play golf or tennis you're smart.
"The thing is, I had a chance to make some money, a lot of money for me. When Herschel Walker got his chance, I couldn't blame him. I don't see how you can turn down four or five million dollars, no matter what anybody thinks. Ten or 15 years from now there'll be new Herschel Walkers. Herschel Walker has to take care of himself."
Muggs returned, holding up a pair of old football pants. They were the color of dead leaves, and beneath the stark weave of their canvas skin the mysterious bulges of protection stood out like large welts. The pants had a formidable, inviolate look, as if they were capable of sweating on their own. The old man sitting in the chair smiled and turned over the belt for the visitor to see the inscription sewn inside: RED GRANGE MODEL. "I never wore these," he said. "They were sent to us by an Indian in Oklahoma."
"They were one of your endorsements?"
"I endorsed everything there for a while."