(EXILE or outcast: distinctions tend to vanish when the temperature exceeds one hundred.)
Taft Robinson showed up at the beginning of September, about two weeks before regular classes were to start. The squad1, originally one hundred bodies, soon down to sixty, soon less, had reported in the middle of August. Taft had missed spring practice and twenty days of the current session. I didn't think he'd be able to catch up. I was in the president's office the day he arrived. The president was Mrs. Tom Wade2, the founder's widow. Everybody called her Mrs. Tom. She was the only woman I had ever seen who might accurately3 be described as Lincolnesque. Beyond appearance I had no firm idea of her reality; she was tall, blackbrowed, stark4 as a railroad spike5.
I was there because I was a northerner. Apparently6 they thought my presence would help make Taft feel at home, an idea I tended to regard as laughable. (He was from Brooklyn, having gone on to Columbia from Boys High, a school known for the athletes it turns out.) Mrs. Tom and I sat waiting.
"My husband loved this place," she said. "He built it out of nothing. He had an idea and he followed it through to the end. He believed in reason. He was a man of reason. He cherished the very word. Unfortunately he was mute."
"I didn't know that."
"All he could do was grunt7. He made disgusting sounds. Spit used to collect at both corners of his mouth. It wasn't a real pretty sight."
Taft walked in flanked by our head coach, Emmett Creed8, and backfield coach, Oscar Veech. Right away I estimated height and weight, about sixtwo, about 210. Good shoulders, narrow waist, acceptable neck. Prize beef at the county fair. He wore a dark gray suit that may have been as old as he was.
Mrs. Tom made her speech.
"Young man, I have always admired the endurance of your people. You've a tough row to hoe. Frankly9 I was against this from the start. When they told me their plan, I said it was bushwah. Complete bushwah. But Emmett Creed is a mighty10 persuasive11 man. This won't be easy for any of us. But what's reason for if not to get us through the hard times? There now. I've had my say. Now you go on ahead with Coach Creed and when you're all thoo talking football you be sure to come on back here and see Mrs. Berry Trout12 next door. She'll get you all settled on courses and accommodations and things. History will be our ultimate judge."
Then it was my turn.
"Gary Harkness," I said. "We're more or less neighbors. I'm from upstate New York."
"How far up?" he said.
"Pretty far. Very far in fact. Small town in the Adirondacks."
We went over to the players' dorm, an isolated13 unit just about completed but with no landscaping out front and wet paint signs everywhere. I left the three of them in Taft's room and went downstairs to get suited up for afternoon practice. Moody14 Kimbrough, our right tackle and captain on offense15, stopped me as I was going through the isometrics area.
"Is he here?"
"He is here," I said.
"That's nice. That's real nice."
In the training room Jerry Fallon had his leg in the whirlpool. He was doing a crossword16 puzzle in the local newspaper.
"Is he here?"
"He is everywhere," I said.
"Who?"
"Supreme17 being of heaven and earth. Three letters."
"You know who I mean."
"He's here all right. He's all here. Two hundred and fiftyfive pounds of solid mahogany."
"How much?" Fallon said.
"They're thinking of playing him at guard. He came in a little heavier than they expected. About two fiftyfive. Left guard, I think Coach said."
"You kidding me, Gary?"
"Left guard's your spot, isn't it? I just realized."
"How much is he weigh again?"
"He came in at two fiftyfive, two sixty. Solid bronze right from the foundry. Coach calls him the fastest twofivefive in the country."
"He's supposed to be a running back," Fallon said. "That was before he added the weight." "I think you're kidding me, Gary."
"That's right," I said.
"You son of a bitch," Fallon said.
We ran through some new plays for about an hour. Creed's assistants moved among us yelling at our mistakes. Creed himself was up in the tower studying overall patterns. I saw Taft on the sidelines with Oscar Veech. The players kept glancing that way. When the second unit took over on offense, I went over to the far end of the field and grubbed around for a spot of shade in which to sit. Finally I just sank into the canvas fence and remained more or less upright, contemplating18 the distant fury. These canvas blinds surrounded the entire practice field in order to discourage spying by future opponents. The blinds were one of the many innovations Creed had come up with—innovations as far as this particular college was concerned. He had also had the tower bunt as well as the separate living quarters for the football team. (To instill a sense of unity19.) This was Creed's first year here. He had been born in Texas, in either a log cabin or a manger, depending on who was telling the story, on the banks of the Rio Grande in what is now Big Bend National Park. The sporting press liked to call him Big Bend. He made a few ailAmerican teams as a tailback in the old singlewing days at SMU and then flew a B27 during the war and later played halfback for three years with the Chicago Bears. He went into coaching then, first as an assistant to George Halas in Chicago and then as head coach in the Missouri Valley Conference, the Big Eight and the Southeast Conference. He became famous for creating order out of chaos20, building good teams at schools known for their perennial21 losers. He had four unbeaten seasons, five conference champions and two national champions. Then a secondstring quarterback said or did something he didn't like and Creed broke his jaw22. It became something of a national scandal and he went into obscurity for three years until Mrs. Tom beckoned23 him to west Texas. It was a long drop down from the Big Eight but Creed managed to convince the widow that a good football team could put her lonely little school on the map. So priorities were changed, new assistants were hired, alumni were courted, a certain amount of oil money began to flow, a certain number of private planes were made available for recruiting purposes, the team name was changed from the Cactus24 Wrens25 to the Screaming Eagles—and Emmett Creed was on the comeback trail. The only thing that didn't make sense was the ton of canvas that hid our practice sessions. There was nothing out there but insects.
The first unit was called back in and I headed slowly toward the dust and noise. Creed up in the tower spoke26 through his bullhorn.
"Defense27, I'd appreciate some pursuit. They don't give points for apathy28 in this sport. Pursue those people. Come out of the ground at them. Hit somebody. Hit somebody. Hit somebody."
On the first play Garland Hobbs, our quarterback, faked to me going straight into the line and then pitched to the other setback29, Jim Deering. He got hit first by a linebacker, Dennis Smee, who drove him into the ground, getting some belated and very nasty help from a tackle and another linebacker. Deering didn't move. Two assistant coaches started shouting at him, telling him he was defacing the landscape. He tried to get up but couldn't make it. The rest of us walked over to the far hashmark and ran the next play.
It all ended with two laps around the goal posts. Lloyd Philpot Jr., a defensive30 end, fell down in the middle of the second lap. We left him there in the end zone, on his stomach, one leg twitching31 slightly. His father had won allconference honors at Baylor for three straight years.
That evening Emmett Creed addressed the squad.
"Write home on a regular basis. Dress neatly32. Be courteous33. Articulate your problems. Do not dragass. Anything I have no use for, it's a football player who consistently dragasses. Move swiftly from place to place, both on the field and in the corridors of buildings. Don't ever get too proud to pray."
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