BACK in the Stone Age of professional football, when some players did not even wear helmets, Marsh Clark was already a committed and suffering fan (his team was the Redskins). Then, as the "teeniest end in the conference," he chased tosses from his prep school quarterback on that legendary pattern, "the good old 21." That play, recalls Clark, "consisted of the single-wing quarterback releasing a pass in my general direction, then—being a good Christian gentleman—getting down on his knees to say a prayer." God apparently did not listen to quarterbacks' prayers in...
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