The job, of course, could only be managing the Cleveland Indians. So I rushed to the City by the Lake this past weekend and sure enough, Johnny Mac was being named to manage the Tribe. The three-year search was over.

But there was still work to do, old cases to solve. This fellow Marc Wilson had been gone for two years now. He was a standout quarterback at Brigham Young, then a starter for the Raiders.

Then on December 27, 1987, he disappeared. No one had seen him on a football field since. I was summoned toinvestigate.

He's in Green Bay, I was told. First, I had tofind out where that was. Then I had to find acanoe and a guide to take me up there.

He might have been there, but I'll never know.He certainly wasn't on Lambeau Field. In fact, thePackers weren't there often. I was on that case,too. Found them in Milwaukee.

So where would this guy go? It had to besomeplace obscure. If not Green Bay, maybe Butte,Montana. Or Nome, Alaska. I tried EllesmereIsland, Canada. Timbuktu, Mali. I struck out.

But this weekend it hit me. Foxboro,Massachusetts. The only place I never thought ofchecking. And there he was, on the field ofSullivan Stadium, playing for the injured SteveGrogan.

I wasn't sure at first. This guy was good--12for 18, 177 yards, two touchdowns, nointerceptions. The old Wilson was real bad. I wasskeptical.

But this Wilson was holding when Greg Davismissed an extra point. And the team lost, right?That was enough for me.

"I found Wilson," I reported to my boss."That's three I've found this weekend. I have avacation coming up and..."

"Sorry, we've got cases pouring in," the chiefsaid. "Jim Rice. Jim Finks. Tony Eason. Get towork."

It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it