"Though the team didn't have a winning year, this had to be the highlight of the season. For me it was the culmination of all that I had learned during my football career here, especially in the way I was able to read defenses. Coach Restic had a great game plan that day, and that didn't hurt either."

Brown's aforementioned baseball success that spring led Harvard to the District One playoffs and earned him a spot as a third team All-American. It was by far his best season, one which he credits to his football experience of the fall.

"Football taught me to be more concerned with my performance and more aggressive towards my opponent without going crazy."

After his second strong summer in the Cape there were offers to forsake another fall of whatever- it- is- they- do- on- the- football- field and plunge directly into professional baseball. Though "the teams that wanted my knew they'd have to pay me big for missing my senior year," Brown nevertheless put the serious world of pro sports on hold because "deep down inside. I knew I wanted to come back for my final year."

"You come here as a freshman and if you're a football player, most times the first friends you make are with the seniors and upperclass men on the football team. They take you under their wing and are always there. Even before you know who your roommates are. That's the greatest thing I've learned or done here, and there was no way I was going to miss out on it."

Larry Brown got up from the lunch table in the Freshman Union to dump his tray and get ready for afternoon practice. What type of person nowadays pushes money aside and talks of family, about friendship, talks to raindrops, all without reference to "competition" or "All Those Fans", all the while silently confident in his talent?

You'll find him in Cambridge, somewhere between Mem Hall and the Pi Eta Club, most days across the river at Soldiers Field. He's the Harvard athlete; hard to identify, harder to define.