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Show 20, Jeffries, Islamorada "Now hold on-" It was this idea he'd had lately, as baby brother began to get top-billing around the house, a recollection of Iphicles and Hercules, and the demi-god off to the Nittany Lion, and subject to scheduling difficulties available to drive off the Iowa Hawkeyes, the longhorned cattle of Texas, or to seize an Arkansas razorback and the girdle of the Purdue golden girl. "Son what was that-" "Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if Dan's team can get south on a bowl bid. . ." "Well now, there was a mistake. If we'd let you play football. . ." Big deal. On the bench for the big showdown as Slippery Rock takes on little Clarion. . . "Football would have made you grow up. How about, that night at the house, when none other than Mr. Wayne Woodrow Hayes took the time to advise you-" That's right, that's right, for a time they thought Danny might go off to Ohio State with Baschnagel. "I need the very best," Woody had said, "boys outta the mold of your Dan, here, and Brian, my high school All-American; you see Mrs. Clayton," he'd zeroed the pitch in on Mom, "when your athletic director sends you up against your Oklahomas and |