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A Philadelphia Eagles defender managed to get a clawing hand inside Brown's face mask, an infraction worth 15 yds. if spotted by an official. Jimmy exacted his own penalty by biting down hard. A Washington Redskins tackle tried to clothesline Jimmy, clubbing him across the throat with a rigid arm (also worth 15 yds.), and complained afterward: "He almost tore my shoulder off." Interference (automatic first down at the point of the foul) was supposed to be the stopper for Pittsburgh Steelers Linebacker John Campbell. "On one pass play this season, I was all over him," says Campbell. "I was sure I'd draw the penalty, but I didn't. Not that it made any difference. How he caught the ball with me hanging on him I'll never know. But he did, and he carried me, the mud and the ball right over the goal line." Latest to weigh in with ideas is Detroit Tackle Alex Karras. Recommends Karras: "Give each guy in the line an ax."
Nothing short of gang warfare is sure to stop Brown. "All you can do," opines Sam Huff, late of the New York Giants and currently playing middle linebacker for the Washington Redskins, "is grab hold, hang on and wait for help." There was a time, Huff recalls, when he could have sworn he had Jimmy's number. He actually flattened Brown singlehanded for no gain twice in a row. Then Sam succumbed to the temptation to rub it in. "Brown," he sneered, "you stink!" The next thing Huff remembers seeing was the backside of a fire-breathing, chocolate-colored monster that burst straight up the middle on a trap play and streaked 65 yds. for a touchdown. "Hey, Sam," called Jimmy from the end zone, "how do I smell from here?"
Work Enough. Like most supermen, Jim suffers criticism badly because he has never had enough to get immune. He bristles when sports writers, mostly for want of anything else to carp at, suggest that he is a less than spectacular blocker on pass plays. "If they had another guy at Cleveland who was doing the running," he snarls, "I'd be the best blocker in the league." And like a lot of people with one great native talent, he would prefer to be recognized for something else, such as his occasional passing (four completions for 117 yds. in nine years) or receiving (253 catches for 2,406 yds.). "I don't like to be typed," he says. "I don't like to be thought of just as a guy who runs. I could gain 250 yds. in one day and still have played a lousy game. I might have a 7-yd. average and not have taken advantage of half the opportunities given me. Yardage isn't the big thing. Winning the championship is. It means about $6,000. That's what I work for—winning the championship."