Bill Battle, Tennessee's young head football coach (age 30), took his squad to a Friday night movie, as customary. Much less customarily, the film turned out to be something of a sizzler. "Tell you what," Battle suggested to the squad, "I won't tell your mothers you saw this thing if you won't tell mine."
This is an article from the Nov. 13, 1972 issue
Charles R. Brown of Westminster, Md. narrowly escaped death on a hunting trip. He is listed in good condition in a Ballston Spa, N.Y. hospital after being shot by a dog. Sheriff's deputies say one of Brown's companions laid his shotgun on the ground to retrieve a bird and his dog excitedly jumped on the gun, discharging its contents into Brown's right leg. Wait till the Head Beagle hears about this, Charlie Brown.
Dick Schaap, NBC sportscaster, disagrees that television sports personalities must stay physically fit to maintain their expert image. "I don't have to be tit to talk about sports," he says, "any more than I have to be corrupt to talk about politics."
A man stopped former Pittsburgh Pirate Second Baseman Bill Mazeroski on the street and said. "Thanks for straightening out my life." Then he explained that he had made a huge bet on the Yankees to beat Pittsburgh in the spectacularly dramatic 1960 World Series. "Your home run wiped me out," the man said. "After that I never made another bet. My family life is happy, and I'm grateful."
Although golfer Lee Trevino faces a line or suspension for walking out of the Sahara Invitational at Las Vegas, he is no villain in his native state. Upon his arrival at San Antonio, he was presented with a white hat to show that everybody there thought he was a good guy. But Trevino himself had doubts. "I was wrong in what I did and they have to line me," he said. "If they don't I'm going to send the money in anyway."
When Lee Arthur, a (girl) freelance TV production assistant, worked on background for an Oakland Raider game, Coach John Madden asked that most pregnant of questions, "Why don't you women stay home and be lovers and leave the TV and football to men?" Miss Arthur, forced from the sidelines to the stands, spent the rest of the day taking notes anyway. Among the important things she discovered: Fred Biletnikoff is superstitious about gum. He starts with two sticks of Wrigley's Spearmint and one of Juicy Fruit. If the game is going well, he returns to the bench for replacements in the same proportions. If it is going badly, he changes brands and proportions.
Republican Congressman Bob Mathias of California, twice Olympic decathlon champion, declined a challenge from former paratrooper Vincent Lavery, his opponent, to engage in a skydiving contest. Lavery proposed that both jump from a plane at 20,000 feet and see who would pull the ripcord last.
John Hadl Jr., age nine, was offered jersey No. 21, just like his quarterbacking daddy wears, when he reported for Pop Warner football—and cheerfully declined it. "My hero is Lance Alworth. He wears No. 19," young Hadl said.
Brothers Bob and Barclay Plager of the St. Louis Blues were in a fury when a waiter in a St. Louis restaurant dropped a bowl of soup on Bob. "It was alphabet soup," Bob drawls. "I'll give you three guesses as to the letters they dropped on my head." Love?
Indiana Pacer Roger Brown's attendance, or nonattendance, at Indianapolis City-County Council meetings is getting almost as much attention as his basketball performances. Some citizens are unhappy because Forward-Councilman Brown has attended only eight of the last 14 meetings and 12 of 19 to date. Not important, said the Indianapolis News, forgiving Brown with faint praise. "Brown's attendance record is still better than his shooting average."
At the age of 18, Swimmer Karen Moras says that she is through "forever" with the sport that caused the boys to nickname her "Fish" and the girls, because of her chlorine-greened hair, to call her "Slime." To become an Australian Olympian, Karen gave up things she wanted, but now she feels free, free! "I've been going out on dales, have I ever!" she says. "My father said, 'You don't have to make up for all those years in one month, dear.' And I've been growing my hair. For 12 years I've wanted long hair. I'm beginning to find out what life is all about."
Robert Mitchum had a good excuse to be out there on the ice talking to the Boston Bruins' Bobby Orr. Mitchum plays the lead in the arch-realistic crime movie The Friends of Eddie Coyle, a film about the blue-collar workers and small businessmen of free-lance professional crime, set in the Boston area. A measure of its realism is that the fictional Coyle and his friends are excitable Bruin fans, and many scenes are shot at Boston Garden.
When Henry Hight, an owner of the San Antonio Toros of the National Professional Football League, heard about Bernie Parish's football book titled They Call It a Game, he sent oil" for a copy. What came back in the mail were 112 copies. Hight had somehow made out his check for $140 instead of $1.40. The delighted publisher threw in a dozen extra books for good measure, and Hight's car now looks like a bookmobile as he tries to give away copies. Call him the Hight of absentmindedness.