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Show 30, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] Clayton boy you could do it. I mean really, with that brother of yours? You got the good blood lines. Besides, defensive line play is simple. It's disruptive, your sort of thing. Big fellows hop around, make piles." More boys here. Dory found himself wondering how the big fellow with the self-conscious, stooped walk would catch the ball in a crowd. "Well? Now I can't say the extra money's anything to get excited about--" "Coach I--" The boys had broken into a run. In those pride shirts and helmets. Say I was picking my defensive line, he thought. The loyal pentad. The 3 concept, the 5 concept, the way they could pinch together, and set up a sort of wall where they chose. . . That pair. Talked into precious time off their old man's boat. Two shrimpers. Huge as Percheron colts. And this black kid coming now. Was it prejudicial to think: fierce as a mandrill? At the end of practice Dory ran some sprints with the linemen. A fine stable of lads. Come to think of it, a bit more involvement here than at the racecourse. I could trade those windsuckers for this, he thought. The second day Mincer was watching and the third day they had a suit on him. "Who sent me this cream |