Those Times and TheseCobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
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Those Times and These
Cobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
In another regard as well, and a more essential regard, too, she showed
superiority. For these champions from the upper Corn Belt had what
plainly their opponents always before during the season had likewise
had, but now lacked: they had an enormous conceit of themselves, a
mountainous and a monumental belief in their ability to take this game
away from the rival team.
They had brought it with them--this assurance--and they had fed it
stall-fat beforehand; and now, with the easy and splendid insolence of
lusty, pampered youth, they exhibited it openly before all these hostile
eyes upon the enemy's soil. It showed in them individually and as a
unit. Almost as visibly as though words of defiance had been stencilled
upon their tight-laced jerkins fore and aft, they flaunted forth their
confidence in themselves, somehow expressing it in their rippling leg
muscles and in their broad backs and in their hunched shoulders as they
bunched up into formidable close formation, and in everything they did
and said in the few minutes of practice intervening before they should
be at grips with their opponents.
They accepted the handclaps from the onlookers--a tribute of hospitality
this was, extended by people to whom hospitality for the stranger was as
sacred as their religion and as sincere as their politics--with an air
which betokened, most evidently, that presently they meant to repay
those who greeted them for the greeting, by achieving one of Sangamon's
customary victories in Sangamon's customary workmanlike fashion. Among
them Vretson, the much-advertised, loomed a greater giant above lesser
giants, justifying by bulk alone his title of the Terrible Swede.
As for Midsylvania's players, upon the other hand, it seemed to me, as I
watched them, that they, in turn, watched the young Gogs and Magogs who
were to grapple with them in a half-fearsome, half-furtive fashion. I
marked that they flinched nervously, like débutantes, before the volleys
of friendly applause from the crowd. It occurred to me that their
thoughts must be studded with big black question marks; whereas we
all could understand that no suggestion of doubtfulness punctuated the
anticipations of the opposing eleven touching on the possibilities of
the next two hours.
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