The 61,084 keyed-up fans who elbowed their way into Yankee Stadium last week to watch the New York Giants play the Cleveland Browns to a 7-7 tie, were hardly the sedentary spectators chided by President Kennedy earlier this month. Swathed in long Johns, mufflers and assorted ski clothing, they shivered through a chilling rain, toasted numbed fingers over a bonfire in the bleachers, choked on watery coffee and soggy hot dogs, sought temporary relief from pocket flasks of liquid warmth. At the final gun, they stormed the field like college sophomores, ripped down the goalposts and scrambled for splintery souvenirs. Life...
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