Ah, Rufus. Cold February morning, 7:59.50 am, stadium parinking lot filled with snow and slush, trudging through the gloom to a classroom deep in the bowels of Dental School, Phys Ed 546, Teaching Football. Woody warned us on day 1 that those who wanted As would be in the first three rows and would be ready - notebook open, pen/pencil in hand, looking to the front of the classroom before the bell. Rufus rushes in, notes all the seats in the front rows are taken, we hear a chair squeak, hear someone being grabbed, Mike Polaskie, a small DB, shouts, "Hey, you can't do that!" as Rufus bench presses him out of his seat and puts him in a chair in row 4 and then sits in Polaski's former spot. 7:59.58, Hayes enters, the bell goes off, the door is locked, and Coach says, "Something wrong, Mike?"
"No, Coach."
Hayes begins writing on the board and I can hear Rufus behind me, snickering.