It was a Game for the Ages—the Dark Ages. A high school team called the Jackets—wonderful boys and the pride of wonderful moms and dads—dominated a stat in the box score they might relinquish if they had to tuck in their shirts for 20 minutes. They say you cannot win if you turn the ball over five times—Rockne said it, by golly, and so did Lombardi, I think, or he should have— and visiting Eastside from the metropolis of Austin, made that mistake—or five mistakes. An ant hill ...