After the Cardinals had worked hard for two hours in the afternoon, Matson stayed out a little longer to work on pass patterns with rookie Quarterback Paul Larson. He ran the patterns all out in the ground-eating, loping stride he has. He is big—6 feet 2 and 210 pounds—and his legs are thick and powerful-looking from calf to thigh. He ran effortlessly, and it took Larson a while to gauge his speed properly. Finally a long pass hung precisely, and Matson, looking back at the last moment, ran under the ball and caught it.
"That's the way, man!" he yelled happily to Larson. "Hang it up there and let me run under it."
He trotted to the sidelines and stopped. The linemen were ending their workout with the inevitable wind sprints and the ground rumbled as the giants labored downfield. West came by running hard, his face intent. As he came by Matson, he let out a thunderous "puh hooo!" and churned on.
"You not last, Stan!" Matson hollered as loud as he could and laughed. "Don't forget. Puh hoo!"
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