Steve Sebo of
Penn is perhaps the only coach in history to have lost a good end, a boy named
Bill Kesack, for a whole year of eligibility because the boy flunked nuclear
physics. "The difference between the Ivy League and other places," says
Sebo, who was once an assistant at Michigan State, "is that there, when the
players get on a bus, they talk football. Here when we make a trip the kids
talk about how to split the atom."
THE IVY LEAGUE
Princeton tackle (6 feet 1, 205 pounds)
introspective, shy, Batcheller could have stepped right off North Beach in San
Francisco or out of Greenwich Village. He wears his hair long and roams the
campus dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of black leather boots. At
call me a hood," he says, "but I don't care. This is the way I like to
dress. And I can't wear a tie. My neck keeps getting bigger, and none of my
shirts fit." But Batcheller isn't really a hood at all, maybe not even very
beat; he's just a nice boy who is different—and a whale of a tackle.
Son of a Navy
captain ( Annapolis, class of '34), Batcheller never played football until his
junior year in high school, had no college scholarship offers and hardly hoped
to progress past the junior varsity at Princeton. As a matter of fact, he
didn't even expect to go to Princeton. "It was an accident," he says.
"When I took my college board exams I wrote down my preferences: Virginia,
Michigan, Illinois, Georgia Tech, Bates. But someone said, 'You're entitled to
put down six schools. Why don't you try one in the Ivy League?' So I wrote down
Princeton. It was just a name. When Princeton accepted me everyone said, 'You'd
be foolish to pass up this chance.' So I came to Princeton."
More than three
years later, Batcheller isn't sure whether he likes the idea or not. "I
view it with mixed emotions," he says. "It's a great school, and all
the opportunities are here. All the tools. But you get out of it what you put
into it, and I have a feeling I've missed too many opportunities. I run into
these perverted cycles. I'll stay up until 4 o'clock in the morning and then
sleep till noon. Cut my classes. I guess I have a negative attitude."
has done well. Since giving up the idea of becoming an engineer in his
sophomore year and switching to economics, his grades have shown a sharp rise.
And on the football field, where he has advanced from the jayvees to second
string to stardom in three years—while gaining more than 20 pounds—Batcheller
has become a demon. He is perhaps the most improved football player in the
conference. Two weeks ago in a losing game against Yale, Batcheller was named
the outstanding lineman on the field.
about Ivy League football," he says, "because I might not have been
good enough to play some place else, but I feel they have gone too far with
de-emphasis. In fact, they have made football the whipping boy. What's wrong
with holding spring practice? They have fall crew practice, don't
Harvard halfback (6 feet 1, 195 pounds)