The Boston Globe from Boston, Massachusetts • 93

SPORTS 93 Boston Sunday Globe November 11, 1973 runs over W. Virginia, 25-13 By Joe Concannon Globe Staff MORGANTOWN, W. Va. This had been, in some respects, a season of acute disappointment for the Boston College football team and when BC lost to Pitt three weeks ago after those upsetting defeats down South to Tulane' and Miami, the 1973 season was in danger of being lost. It was evident in an uninspiring 11-8 win over Villanova two weeks ago.

BC had a 4-3 record and was faced with an open date. An open date can work two ways. It can give a team new life. It can cost a team some sharpness. It worked one way for BC.

It was an open dale that worked wonders. BC may have turned its season around yesterday on a cold afternoon in a game that began in some light snow flurries and ended under a bright sunshine. It was BC 25, West Virginia 13, before 21,500 in Mountaineer Field. But that, really, was only the basic stuff. Yesterday, BC was clearly the superior team as it ran up 516 yards in total offense, checked West Virginia with 212 total offense yards (65 yards coming on one play) and had a 30-11 edge in first downs.

"We just played the game with some kind of intensity," said quar- 1 4 wilt 7 I (. 1 iff II iV I I I s. Ik 4- wHfJlaJ '1 1 'JL, Hw terback Gary Marangi. "Our offensive line was really something, 'rney've been taking a lot of criticism. It was just execution and concentration.

We were ready. If yoa were in our locker room before the game, you'd have known we weren't going to lose it." Yes, BC came out ready to play and the first half was supporting evidence. West Virginia started its first two drives at its own three (following an out of bounds Mike Esposito punt) and its own two (following an Esposito fumble), and BC picked up a safety, the second time when punter Chuck Brooks mishandled the center snap. Esposito then proceded to turn the game into a show that saw him carry the ball 37 times for 262 yards (the longest was 14 yards) and score the first two BC touchdowns. BC had a 16-0 halftime lead and its maturing defensive unit had limited this supposedly-explosive West Virginia team to 45 yards and three first downs at intermission.

The teams exchanged touchdowns to open the second half and then the thing that BC coach Joe Yukica feared the most happened. West -Virginia exploded the big play. It was a little dump pass over the middle from quarterback Ben Williams to lightening-quick Danny Buggs, who look it 65 yards. It was BC 22, West Virginia 13. It gave all of the students and townspeople who had survived fin annual happening down here known as Mountaineer Week something to finally cheer.

It was short lived. BC settled down, added a Fred Stbinfort field goal and the game ended when Phil Bennett was stopped just shy of another touchdown. It was a two-way game. Buggs caught only four passes as Ned Guil-let ran stride-for-stride with him most of the day. Williams completed only seven of 22 passes for 141 yards.

Marangi completed 13 of 19 passes for 152 yards and he completed them to five different receivers. "I enjoyed it," said Guillet of his performance. "I loved running with that kid. Every time I did I wished they'd throw the ball to him. There was no key.

We knew they liked to run those long jet routes down tht sidelines. He was actually more dangerous coming across the middle." Summary, Page HID Harvard's Pat Mclnally (84) goes airborne to complete pass as Princeton's Stan Kiposta (25) moves in for tackle. (Dan Goshtigian Photo) Harvard turns Princeton bobbles into 19-14 escape By Jerry Nason -Globe Staff In another of those "Well, here we go again!" games in the crazy, hazy Ivy League yesterday, rock-bottom Princeton gave title-candi-vdate Harvard conniption fits before the Johns finally put them down, 19-14, at the wind-raked Stadium. The Tigers, winless in the league, scored first and last and did their best to match the stunner at New Haven in which Yale bushwhacked Penn and left Harvard and defending Dartmouth facing the final fortnight of the season in a 4-1 deadlock. Against a more consistent team than Princeton, with its superb Walt Snickenberger, carrying the ball, the Johns would have probably blown their title chances on the afternoon of Nov.

10. quickly profited from such largess by the hard running of Snickenberger to get them to the 10. Snickenberger, whose brother Tom, the Dartmouth QB, had scintillated on this field a fortnight earlier, had a tremendous game running the ball for 159 yards. The Harvardlan of stature was the gangly pass receiver, Mclnally. He caught wind-blown passes all over the field, eight in all, and emerged from the game with a Crimson record of 40 receptions in a season.

It was not a classic football game, but in the erratic weekly bumble jumble of a hot Ivy League finish, Harvard was delighted to settle for any favorable score that happened to be on the board at the end of 60 minutes. Summary, Page 98 Although plagued again by the option series which did them in against Dartmouth, the Harvard defensive team outscrambled Princeton's in a game of eight turnovers. It blocked two kicks, recovered two Princeton fumbles, and intercepted a pass to bail the Crimson out of a glum weekend in the mad maelstrom that is a typical Ivy championship race. Backup defensive secondary John Clarke, game saviour with an interception at Penn, came across with a blocked kick to set up the second touchdown and the only pass interception of the game. The Harvard offense, shackled aloft by the west wind that raked the field, scored all its points in between Princeton scoring passes by Ron Beible to tight end Rob Harding in the first and fourth quarters.

Quarterback Jim Stoeckel scored on a keeper, and Bruce Teririck zoomed high over the kicker's head, beyond the endline. Thus, Harvard, which obviously wasn't emoting much, had breathing room, 16-7, at halftime. It added to it on the fourth to last play of the third quarter when Tetirick powered his 31 -yard field goal, with the wind, for a 19-7 lead. It was what you might call a VIS (very important situation), because Tetirick's three-pointer was what ultimately made it pointless for Princeton to attempt a two-point conversion after Beible-to-Harding touchdown pass No. 2 at 6:48 of the final quarter.

The Tigers were offered, and accepted, a monumental break to get their final score. Harvard was tapped with a 15-yarder for roughing the kicker on a Princeton punt. The Tigers got the ball back and a first down on the Harvard 29, and More sporls on Page 91 converted the tying point late in the first quarter, following a Bob Kris-toff fumble recovery on the Princeton 12. Sophomore fullback Neal Miller, a real meat-and-potatoes runner for Harvard in this type of vest-close contest, jammed right tackle for seven yards and (with Tetirick's conversion) a 14-7 lead early in the second. The Providential intrusion of two gift points on an automatic safety occured 13 seconds before sion, a favor gratefully received.

Jammed up at its 10 after intercepting a Stoeckel underthrow to the exciting Pat Mclnally, Princeton was forced to punt from its end zone. The snapback, even against the wind, 1 4 Pit 9 Kaese retires, bows out quietly By Jerry Nason Executive Sports Editor I'm going to explain the yawning gap in our Globe lineup and baiting order, because when you lose a big hitter like Harold Kaese, sports-page buffs notice it right away. They especially notice it when the guy has been stepping up to bat in the cleanup position almost every day for 30 years and consistently led his league in points driven home in his column. Harold was the "quiet man" of our staff ever since the day he joined it in 1941 sociable enough, but bv nature a reflective fel 'J I i I i I 4f Dartmouth's Mark McAleenan flics through the air but fails to catch pass from quarterback Shoun Kerbaugh in 24-6 win over Columbia, Story, Page 98. (AP) Celtics survive scare to dovn aggressive Piston, 102-97 bifgest play, by ignoring his five fouls and switching out to block a jumper by someone impersonating Dave (4-for-19) Bing and starting a fast break.

That made it 92-87, and when Cowens made a pair of free throws after going back door on Lanier and Jo Jo (Mr. Steady) White canned a sky bank second-chance jumper, the Celtics were breathing easier at 96-87. Box score, Page 111. (83-70) early in the final period, the Celtics' offense ground to a halt, and the Pistons really started to control the backboards. Before the Celtics knew it, Detroit had narrowed the margin to two, at 89-87, wih 4:42 lef.

And Dave Cowens was playing with five fouls, the result of a totatl inability to do anything with Bob Lanier, he most graceful offspring of the Goodyear Blimp ever to play in the league. Cowens made what probably was the game's single low, unmoved by the phony pomp and fanfare of sports; if anything, probably slightly amused by them. And that's the way he left us quietly, reflectively. He'd thought it all out. The phone rang one day and Harold, in New York for those frost-nipped night World Series games, simply stated, "I've decided to retire." Never a big man for the brass section, the limelight, the rostrum, the introduction at the head table, Harold laid down his own ground rules: He wanted no blaring trumpets, no office parties, no "parting is such sweet sorrow" jazz, no big send-off.

That's Kaese's style, and always has been 4' By Bob Ryan, Globe Staff PROVIDENCE Funny. The Detroit Lions are supposed to be playing the Vikings today. What the hell were they doing in the Civic Center last night? Of course it wasn't so funny to the Celtics, who had better things to do than meet, in their third game in three nights, a brawling aggregation from Detroit which combined a high degree of basketball skill with an even higher degree of muscle not that it won them the ball game. No, the Celtics came up with the 102-97 victory, which pleased Tom Heinsohn very much. "That was a helluva win for us," he said.

"It was our third game in a row, and they're a helluva team." In two sports, he might have added. The Celtics, friends, got pushed around. The best offensive rebounding team in the league was beaten, 20-8 (and 21 offensive rebounds to 13), in second chance points. Allowed to play that way all the time, the Pistons will intimidate a lot of less hardy teams. That their aggressiveness did not net them a victory was due to a couple of factors, not the least of which was the fact that Boston still owns the only Havlicek in the league.

The Captain arrived here without his sneakers, and he wound up playing in some low whites purchased in Cranston, which, you may. recall, was the Iiome of Jennifer Cavalierri, the "Love Story" heroine. Anyway, wearing new shoes, he shot 12-for-22, and provided Boston with lots of offense, especially in situations where the sticky Detroit defense prevented the Celtics from getting anything started. Spaking of defense, that w-as Boston's trump card, too. It was especially prominent in the second quarter, when the Celtics grabbed a 13-point halftime lead, and in the last three minutes, when the Celtics had to save the ballgame.

That's because, after leading by as much as 13 Ivy League Harvard 19 Princeton 14 Yale 24 Penn 21 Dartmouth 24 Columbia 6 Brown 17 Cornell 7 Yankee Conference Connecticut 19 BU 10 Delaware 23 Maine 12 Springfield 51 New Hamp. 0 Other East BC 25 West Virginia 13 Syracuse 5 Holy Cross 3 Penn State 35 NC State 29 Notre Dame 31 Pitt 10 Northeastern 37 So. Conn. 14 Bowdoin 23 Tufts 8 National Colleges Ohio State 35 Mich. St.

0 Oklahoma 31 3 ---'I i i tmj i Lm-J Tiin modest and self-effacing to a fault. We are talking, now, about the ultimate pro of our business, sports writing. Of course, I'm pulling executive rank on him today by writing this piece, which will unquestionably curl his toes in embarrassment. It's prerogative I suspect I've earned, having originally turned him loose on his Globe column and having stood back all these years to marvel daily at my unsuspected (1) genius or (2) dumb luck in having done so. Also, Harold and I have tugged and hauled, and pushed, the same vehicle the Globe sports section together down the years toward a hoped-for goal of excellence.

Thirty years was before our talented young sprigs like Leigh Montville, Peter Gammons and Bob Ryan were even born! All this, I reason, gives me the right to say about Harold Kaese the things that need to be said: A couple of cool kids are seven-year-old Tamara Crofut (left) and lier four-jcar-old sister Jodi who were well bundled up against the tlliccu i xtf cold fa watching their team, the University of Connecticut, beat BL. Charlie Carey pho(o) arcy pho(o) exas 42 Baylor 6 KAESE, Page 107.