||It was a long time ago. But still. Damn. The memories are so clear. You don't just make up stuff like that. Driesen for instance. I can see him like it was yesterday, running like a jackrabbit. That constipated little throw of his, like he was worried about dislocating his shoulder. And Hano - was that his name?- the guy could throw like a god. Sneaky quick too. Weiser'd stand in the end zone and haul in pass after pass, just like a guy taking laundry off the line. Then there was Tom Cohen. He had the wingspan of an albatross and he made those throws with such concentration, like they were choreographed. And what about Dotan? Bald guy, served in the Israeli army, then he got into college but decided to take a year off... Wait, that can't be right. Jesus. It gets so hazy. What the hell happened to all of us?