CHAPTER TWENTY
Wild cheers greeted the Los Angeles Pros as they took the field for the game with the Cleveland Lakers Sunday afternoon in the huge stadium where a standing room only crowd awaited the kick-off.
There was a standing ovation for crestfallen, young Jim O'Flanagan, his precious throwing hand tightly bound in massive bandages-but still in uniform. He had wanted to be in uniform that day. Jim was introduced to the crowd, who cheered him again. His brief talk ended just as the last Pros player ran out on the field-Ron Jessup.
The crowd then abandoned all semblance of restraint, girls flung their batons, fans sailed hats, paper airplanes, empty paper cups into the air in a spontaneous burst of exhortation. They knew it was up to Ron Jessup today. "Jessup! Jessup! Jessup!"
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