time, Parseghian was, in fact, the "friend" of Dr. B. that we were to meet for dinner. You can imagine the "deer in the headlights" look I had on my face when the news of this finally sunk in. Dr. B., the coach, Mrs. Parseghian and I all sat down for a nice quiet dinner together. Although the content of the dinner conversation is somewhat vague to me, I do recall uttering something to the effect of a Ralph Kramden-like "hommana-hommana-hommana" every once in a while. I eventually settled down a bit and was able to contribute somewhat to the events of the evening. In the days to follow, I walked around about a foot off of the ground. I'll say that Coach Parseghian was one of the nicest people I have ever met. He was polite, respectful and truly genuine. He was also an imposing figure that if he told me to get down and give him fifty push-ups, I would have done so without hesitation (this was back when I could actually do fifty push-ups, by the way). It was about a year later that Coach Parseghian appeared on one of those sports-talk radio stations in Chicago. The radio host asked for callers with any questions for Parseghian. I didn't have any particular question, yet I called the show simply to tell the coach how he had made such an impression upon me. I was about two sentences into my call when the coach immediately recognized me and