There's a warm glow emanating from Rick Cleveland's office these days, even though he's usually off on the road somewhere interviewing the young and the sweat-stained. And on Saturday night his friends and comrades will roast him unmercifully at the Hilton in the honorable cause of raising scholarship money for the Mississippi Press Association. We will be like vultures circling the remains of an opossum who has paid the ultimate price for his weak judgment regarding highways.
Blood lust is in the air.
The plan is to stop just short of federal indictments, though I suspect in most cases the statute of limitations will have mercifully passed. Sid called up the other night, worried about the propriety of some of the anecdotes that might be floated out there for public consumption Saturday night. I assured Sid that he had no cause to worry. It's folks Our old friend Dave Kindred, who does much of his artful scribbling for The Sporting News these days, dropped by one year on his way to the Super Bowl, and we coerced him into addressing our sports-writing troops. Cleveland's boy Rick has always known that, and his book reflects it.