Cheerleaders cartwheel giddily across the grass and trumpets blare the notes of familiar fight songs. Undergrads guzzle brandy, nuzzle girl friends, nibble fingernails and lustily sing the praises of alma mater. Such are the sights and sounds of college football for most fansbut not for the pro scout. Cold-eyed and calm in the midst of it all, he perches in some remote corner of the stadium, clutching his notebook and pencil. His sound is the smack of leather meeting leather, and his sight is the glimpse of a crumpling block, a tooth-rattling tackle, or...
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