It was fourth down at the Harvard 38, there was one minute and two seconds left to play, and even worse, Harvard was behind, 13-10. There was one consolation-the Crimson had the ball. The press box people, strange species that they are, were yelling for Richie Szaro, the boy from Brooklyn, who was recruited by a Kennedy. They wanted a 65-yard field goal, figuring the chances of scoring were better. But then there was Frank Champi, and percentage would have been against John Yovicsin taking him out. Think if Yovicsin had taken him out at that same point in the Yale game. So Frank stayed.

The huddle broke, and the Crimson line came out and lined up noses with five phys. ed. majors, five big phys. ed. majors. The rest is history, mostly B. U. history. The Terriers had never beaten a local team, so this was certainly a treat. They had played at least a minor part in making it possible for Harvard to have its second worst day of total offense in the part in the past twelve years. It was the greatest win of Larry Naviaux's life, and maybe while he was being smothered on his own 30 yard line by three phys. ed. majors, Frank Champi was able to think of how happy Larry Naviaux was at that point in time.

Richard Nixon and Happiness

And maybe Yovicsin should be happy. Sure, he has problems, but so does Richard Nixon, and I'll bet he's basically happy. It seems that maybe the loss will bring our gridders back to reality. They no longer have to think about our 10 game streak, and they probably are more conscious of the fact that they cannot be sure of their near-invincibility, no matter what kind of streak local newspapers advertise as belonging to Harvard. It's hard to get up for games when you're always favored and now that Harvard isn't such a favorite, the team will get up in order to prove itself. Captain John Cramer said something along those lines Sunday afternoon.

One guy who got a lot of flak from Harvard fans Saturday was punter Gary Singleterry. Here he was featured in the game program, and next thing he's littering the stands with souvenir footballs off the side of his foot. But there was an explanation. First, the wind. But, more important, there was B. U.'s number 44. His name is Bruce Taylor, and he's an All-American who averaged 18 yards on punt returns last year. There was no way he could do that if the ball landed in the stands.

It was good to see Neil Hurley make another interception, and it was nice to see Dale Neal get 11 tackles. Ray Hornblower, one of Harvard's top passers, had another good day. One of the most exciting things he did against B. U. was streak down the left sideline on a Harvard punt, brush off Fred Barry of the Terriers, and dump the electrifying Mr. Taylor six yards farther back than where Taylor caught it. Yovicsin summed it all up: "Ray is really working," he said.

B. U. is a ball control team, but they at least managed to combine this type of game with some exciting plays in the second half. Up until that time, perhaps the most excitement had come from the band's dancing prop men and the band's skillful integration of the philosophical and the musical when they spelled out Emmanuel Kant's surname and played a fine rendition of "Feeling Groovy." But B. U., after driving to the Harvard five-yard line on rushing, passed to Gary Capehart for the touchdown. Rick Frisbie and Fred Martucci weren't exactly expecting it. J. Bennington Peers and other stick-to-the-system people were probably distressed to see the Terriers, a weak passing team, throw in such a spot. But it worked pretty well. And later, with third down and three yards to go, quarterback Pete Yetten threw again for a 15-yard gain when Harvard so desperately needed possession of the ball and prepared for the run. Pete Yetten did some nice play-calling and supplemented it well with effective faking.

Back up in the press box, the broadcaster for Boston University's radio station was going berserk with two minutes left in the game. "Harvard has the ball in its own territory, and Frank Champi is in there. Champi is the one who performed the heroics against Yale last year, and everyone is wondering, can be do it again. It's all on Champi's shoulders now!" Meanwhile, the B. U. News guy was waiting for Szaro to put on his helmet, and I looked down and saw that it really was B. U. that we were playing and saw that it really was happening.

How You Play the Game

But in Hanover, N. H., Dartmouth coach Bob Blackman was loving every minute, and in fact, making every minute count. There was Holy Cross, 70 guys with hepatitis trying to play football. There was a minute left in the game and Dartmouth, ahead 31-6, was driving for a final touchdown. With 38 seconds left, the Big Green was passing, and with nine seconds to go and the ball on the Holy Cross one-yard line, Dartmouth called a time out. The boys from Hanover scored on the next play. In an effort to prevent the Crusaders from adding a touchdown in the final two seconds, Dartmouth made an on-sides kick and recovered the ball. End of game. It was kind of like Killer Kiwalski kicking Arnold Scolland in the groin after the Killer had laid Arnold out flat in a pro wrestling spectacular.