- Aug 26, 2011
You had to have written the narrative to " A River Runs Through It".I remember that day well. I picked you up after your long day of apple picking. You were wearing short pants and a pork pie hat. You had to sit on a turnip crate so you could sit up high enough to see out. We drove down Salina street and you took furious notes recording everything you saw along the way.
We got to the game early, me with a flask of rot gut whiskey tucked in my raccoon skin coat. We stopped at a tailgate on the way up the hill, and I believe it was Dick (who would later move to
Michigan) who gave you your first taste of ginger ale!
We were anxious to see how first year coach Reaves Baysinger would have the boys ready for the new season. You watched the warmups with the serious intent of a old school journalist, writing copious notes in your Felix the Cat notebook.
As the band marched by, prior to the game you leaned over the railing just a little too far, and fell over landing right in one of the tubas. The tuba player, unaware of what had just happened, continued his March alongside the other 99 members of the band and a girl. You ended up riding the tuba all over the field in an event that will never be forgotten in SU marching band folklore. And perhaps the start of your fascination with the sousaphone!
SU won the game that day, defeating Temple 28-12. And so began a lifelong devotion to Syracuse football!