Not to mention your wonderful tagging.
Fred K. (still can't spell his last name) our trainer, Jerry Dunlop and Coach C.
. L to R Sue Gabler, Cheryl Moss, Sue Reasoner, Diane Rychtarik and Sandy Johnson
The Digger
18 August 2011
By Roland Jenkins
Best know for teaching Driver’s Ed., Mr. Ciesielski had a long and productive career first at Lisle Community High School then Lisle Senior High School. He also was the Biology Teacher and Basketball Coach. What most alumni of the School are not aware of is that he Coached Football for three years in the early 1960’s.
As a Sophomore in 1961 I had played one year on the Frosh-Soph Team when Mr. C took over the job as our Head Coach. Our record the year before was awful and from the get go Mr. C made it clear we would be working on the basics keeping our game simple and making sure what we did do we knew how to do it well. Two weeks before school started we began our “two a days”. After the morning work outs I would go home eat lunch take a nap and drag my butt back for the afternoon work outs. In the evening after dinner the only thing I would do was watch a little TV then off to bed. There were only 6 of us Sophomores that had been on the team as Freshman. Coach C led us to the Fox Valley Conference Frosh-Soph Championship that year.
The next year all of the now Juniors made up the Varsity Team with the exception of four returning Seniors. Mr. C stepped up to be the Head Coach for the Varsity Team and brought his playbook and system of training with him. His dedication to developing a simple but strong offense and a defense that could adjust as necessary was unwavering. Though we ended the season with a losing record no one gave up. We all believed in Coach C and were impressed with how hard he worked at his job. By now he had developed a trait that we mimicked. Mr. C always had his clipboard with him which had the latest plays or opposing team scouting reports on it. As he coached or sometimes lectured us on our progress he would walk back and forth slapping his hip, hitching his pants up with his clipboard hand while talking.
By our Senior year the “two a days” had somehow become illegal in the conference so Coach C made a “suggestion” that we gather each after noon without supervision and play soccer. Once practice started Coach C got right to it. One of the exercises he made us endure was to put our hands on the ground and draw one knee up to our chest. When he gave the command we were to switch feet and bring the opposite up to our chest. When the rear foot hit the ground we were required to dig in and push. This was without a doubt our least favorite exercise. Coach C’s command for each move was “Dig”. He would start out slow, but soon he was shouting rapid fire: Dig-Dig-Dig-Dig-Dig……….then he would blow his whistle and we were to take off running, when he blew his whistle again we hit the ground got back up into the crouched position and he again would command Dig-Dig-Dig. This exercise was how we would end each practice. What ever energy we had left was spent by the time he told us to hit the showers.
Some how because of that exercise Coach C had been given the underground nickname of “Digger”. It spread through the school and by mid way through our Senior Year he was known school wide as The Digger. Eventually he found out about it and one Monday afternoon during our pre-practice session in his Biology Classroom instead of reviewing the film of the game we played that last Saturday Coach C let us have it. He had found out about his nickname and was mad about the disrespect we showed for his dedication to his team. He offered to resign if we were dissatisfied with his effort. We were stunned!
That night as Co-Captain of the team I took on the responsibility of writing a letter of apology to Coach C. In it I explained how he had gotten the nick name, that it was a term of endearment, that we had the utmost respect for him and that we did not want him to quit on us. I did say there was no way we could take it back and that he was stuck with it. The next day I got every player on the team to sign the letter and the following day after biology class I laid it on his desk with out him seeing who left it there.
There was never any acknowledgement of the letter, but Coach C never said another word about the nickname again. We went on to win the Varsity Fox Valley Conference Championship that year. Mr. C gave up the football coaching position and switch to basketball and to my knowledge never coached football again. I have always been grateful to the man for the three years he was my Coach and Mentor. One year my twin boys played Pop Warner Football and I was assistant coach in charge of warm ups. You know I used that drill and with pride and respect shouted out Dig-Dig-Dig!
18 August 2011
By Roland Jenkins
Best know for teaching Driver’s Ed., Mr. Ciesielski had a long and productive career first at Lisle Community High School then Lisle Senior High School. He also was the Biology Teacher and Basketball Coach. What most alumni of the School are not aware of is that he Coached Football for three years in the early 1960’s.
As a Sophomore in 1961 I had played one year on the Frosh-Soph Team when Mr. C took over the job as our Head Coach. Our record the year before was awful and from the get go Mr. C made it clear we would be working on the basics keeping our game simple and making sure what we did do we knew how to do it well. Two weeks before school started we began our “two a days”. After the morning work outs I would go home eat lunch take a nap and drag my butt back for the afternoon work outs. In the evening after dinner the only thing I would do was watch a little TV then off to bed. There were only 6 of us Sophomores that had been on the team as Freshman. Coach C led us to the Fox Valley Conference Frosh-Soph Championship that year.
The next year all of the now Juniors made up the Varsity Team with the exception of four returning Seniors. Mr. C stepped up to be the Head Coach for the Varsity Team and brought his playbook and system of training with him. His dedication to developing a simple but strong offense and a defense that could adjust as necessary was unwavering. Though we ended the season with a losing record no one gave up. We all believed in Coach C and were impressed with how hard he worked at his job. By now he had developed a trait that we mimicked. Mr. C always had his clipboard with him which had the latest plays or opposing team scouting reports on it. As he coached or sometimes lectured us on our progress he would walk back and forth slapping his hip, hitching his pants up with his clipboard hand while talking.
By our Senior year the “two a days” had somehow become illegal in the conference so Coach C made a “suggestion” that we gather each after noon without supervision and play soccer. Once practice started Coach C got right to it. One of the exercises he made us endure was to put our hands on the ground and draw one knee up to our chest. When he gave the command we were to switch feet and bring the opposite up to our chest. When the rear foot hit the ground we were required to dig in and push. This was without a doubt our least favorite exercise. Coach C’s command for each move was “Dig”. He would start out slow, but soon he was shouting rapid fire: Dig-Dig-Dig-Dig-Dig……….then he would blow his whistle and we were to take off running, when he blew his whistle again we hit the ground got back up into the crouched position and he again would command Dig-Dig-Dig. This exercise was how we would end each practice. What ever energy we had left was spent by the time he told us to hit the showers.
Some how because of that exercise Coach C had been given the underground nickname of “Digger”. It spread through the school and by mid way through our Senior Year he was known school wide as The Digger. Eventually he found out about it and one Monday afternoon during our pre-practice session in his Biology Classroom instead of reviewing the film of the game we played that last Saturday Coach C let us have it. He had found out about his nickname and was mad about the disrespect we showed for his dedication to his team. He offered to resign if we were dissatisfied with his effort. We were stunned!
That night as Co-Captain of the team I took on the responsibility of writing a letter of apology to Coach C. In it I explained how he had gotten the nick name, that it was a term of endearment, that we had the utmost respect for him and that we did not want him to quit on us. I did say there was no way we could take it back and that he was stuck with it. The next day I got every player on the team to sign the letter and the following day after biology class I laid it on his desk with out him seeing who left it there.
There was never any acknowledgement of the letter, but Coach C never said another word about the nickname again. We went on to win the Varsity Fox Valley Conference Championship that year. Mr. C gave up the football coaching position and switch to basketball and to my knowledge never coached football again. I have always been grateful to the man for the three years he was my Coach and Mentor. One year my twin boys played Pop Warner Football and I was assistant coach in charge of warm ups. You know I used that drill and with pride and respect shouted out Dig-Dig-Dig!
When Don Krause presented to me his idea of putting together a 50 year celebration of our 1963 Football Team winning the Fox Valley Conference Championship I immediately responded that I would be interested and that I would take on the responsibility of trying to locate all the players in that event to include Team Members, Cheerleader, Coaches, Trainers and Teachers. I felt that as Co-Captain of the team and President of the Lettermen's Club it was my obligation to step up.
Progress is being made thanks to the help of many individuals to include Rich Mason providing the Lemont game film and the 1963 Highlights film on DVD, also contact information on classmates and working with Gary Stanley and I to provide a voice over narration of the game. Ed Jones for locating and inviting VIP's to include Mrs. Ciesielski, her son Dan, teachers Mr. Jones and Mr. Wenc who was also the Soph. Head Coach. The Lisle All Years Reunion Facebook Page administered by Nadine Salamon and the All Years Reunion Committee headed by Jay Grochowski. Also thanks to Dianne Sanders, Marsha Novak and Cathy Kaye for assistance locating classmates and of course Don Krause for the inspiration and pushing the event details locally.
Unfortunately we were notified today by Paul Gamble's sister Sherry that Paul had passed away last August from cancer. Her notification today was sad news, but in her message was something that brought clarity to me why I am doing this. She stated: "You posted some pictures that I had never seen before with Paul in them. ESP like the one of him driving his car with letter men in the parade. The photos were a balm to my heart as I still grieve my brother's loss. I know that Paul would have attended this upcoming function and had a blast."
As President of the Lettermen's Club I was one of those riding on the back seat of Paul's car that day. I remember thinking at the time that our organization was mainly for status as we really did not do much of anything as members of the club other than wear our Letter Jackets. I now feel the pressure to live up to the vote of confidence my fellow team members place in me and to do my best to bring us all together one more time to celebrate what we accomplished and share how our journeys have been influenced by our efforts. It took 50 years, but I finally have a project for the club. I am asking all my fellow "Lettermen" for their assistance in making this celebration a success.
Progress is being made thanks to the help of many individuals to include Rich Mason providing the Lemont game film and the 1963 Highlights film on DVD, also contact information on classmates and working with Gary Stanley and I to provide a voice over narration of the game. Ed Jones for locating and inviting VIP's to include Mrs. Ciesielski, her son Dan, teachers Mr. Jones and Mr. Wenc who was also the Soph. Head Coach. The Lisle All Years Reunion Facebook Page administered by Nadine Salamon and the All Years Reunion Committee headed by Jay Grochowski. Also thanks to Dianne Sanders, Marsha Novak and Cathy Kaye for assistance locating classmates and of course Don Krause for the inspiration and pushing the event details locally.
Unfortunately we were notified today by Paul Gamble's sister Sherry that Paul had passed away last August from cancer. Her notification today was sad news, but in her message was something that brought clarity to me why I am doing this. She stated: "You posted some pictures that I had never seen before with Paul in them. ESP like the one of him driving his car with letter men in the parade. The photos were a balm to my heart as I still grieve my brother's loss. I know that Paul would have attended this upcoming function and had a blast."
As President of the Lettermen's Club I was one of those riding on the back seat of Paul's car that day. I remember thinking at the time that our organization was mainly for status as we really did not do much of anything as members of the club other than wear our Letter Jackets. I now feel the pressure to live up to the vote of confidence my fellow team members place in me and to do my best to bring us all together one more time to celebrate what we accomplished and share how our journeys have been influenced by our efforts. It took 50 years, but I finally have a project for the club. I am asking all my fellow "Lettermen" for their assistance in making this celebration a success.
There are a lot of things I have accomplished in my life, most of little importance in the grand scheme of things but never the less vivid in my memory. One category I like to review late at night when I can't get to sleep is my high school football days. Al Moudry's photos have helped keep some individual plays more vivid like the tackle I made on Oswego's Erikson #40. During the review of the films The Digger noted that it looked like I was trying to kiss him! Al's photo tells a different story for me!
Some history in this photo. Mike Adamec I believe with an interception with me (52) setting up to cut off tackles. Dave Garrienger on right picking off one tackle. Bob Arlon (42) trying to get in front of Mike and Bob Gihle over on the left. David Frank Garringer lost his life in service to
our Country in Viet Nam and is memorialized on the "Wall" in
Washington D.C.
That's Cusic helping to warm up the defensive line before one of our games.
Roland's youngest brother Bobby. Even at this young age Bobby had a great mind for football, capable of review not only Lisle's plays but the opponents as well. Bobby went on to be a starting quarterback at Lisle.
40-Hoffman blocking the extra point attempt on their last touchdown. Dwight took the hit square in the face!
Tinley Park would be our last non-conference game of the season and after losing to Lockport West last week 20 to 6 we were not all that thrilled to have another large school stepping into our backyard especially for our homecoming game. Not only was Tinley Park a large (1400 students) well established school, but their starting lineup averaged 210 pounds. We did not have much for scouting reports, but we were well aware of their size. After we broke through the Lions Banner and began our warm ups we looked across the field and the response was universal. "Those guys are huge!"
As sophomores Coach C had us scrimmage the Varsity Team and considering the size of that team we felt we did fairly well. Jim (the Biscuit) Wenz and John (Meat) Mc Kenzie were huge and the best we could do was get in their way. We did manage to hold our own against them and won the respect of most of them. Mooseheart and Lockport had been good warm up games for us and we resigned ourselves to an afternoon of speed and tricks to offset the size.
It was another hot, humid and cloudless Saturday afternoon by the time of the opening kickoff the temperature was over 90 degrees. The Lions were the first to score with Mike Adamec going 5 yards around left end on a power play for the touchdown. Mike Janis booted it through the uprights for the extra point.
Our joy was short lived as the Titans took the kickoff all the way back for a touchdown and converted the extra point. The Titans scored another touchdown in the second quarter just before the end of the half, but missed on the extra point. They took a 13 to 7 lead into the locker room at half. The Lions took a beat up and already tired team into their locker room.
I just could not get enough water in me and my jersey was drenched with sweat. The Digger came out and once again was happy with our effort, but we were making too many mistakes that were costing us big. The penalties were only 5 yards, but they were negating good plays. We would have to focus on execution if we wanted to win. We were holding our own with these guys and he knew we could pull it off.
In the third quarter we battled hard and never let them score. Late in the quarter we were able to punch one in with Dave Garringer going in off right tackle for one yard and the score. It was a 36 Slant with the right guard (me) pulling out and hitting the defensive end, the right tackle (David Leigh) blocking my man and the right end (Gary Wright) blocking David's man. I remember that Big End coming in thinking he was free of a block when I hit him on the side knocking him about 3 yards out. They got back at us on the extra point attempt overpowering us and blocking Mike Janis' attempt. The score was now tied at 13 going into the fourth quarter.
It was a great defensive battle in the fourth quarter and Mike Novak had a nice 45 yard run getting stopped at the 5 yard line. Tinley Park hunkered down and held us from scoring taking over on downs. They slowly marched down the field and with time running out on 3rd down tried a pass play, but could not covert. I saw the quarterback throwing to the other side of the field so I just let my man go trying to conserve what little energy I had left. I was playing left outside linebacker at the time and watched the end go back to the huddle telling the quarterback he knew he could beat me. I dropped back an extra 5 yards when they lined up this time and on 4th down they were going for it again. When the ball was snapped I started back peddling as I did not want that big end getting behind me. The quarterback did not fake or hesitate, but as he threw it I saw Bob Gihle jump up and get a hand on it deflecting it. I stopped, letting the End fly by me and trying to judge where it was going.
To this day I cannot remember catching it, I just remember having both hands around it tucking it in and taking off looking for tacklers. The first one that came at me I just side stepped and kept running. I was just two yards away from out of bounds and it seemed like the whole Lions team was jumping up and down on the sidelines cheering me on. Then there was a Titan right in front of me waiting about 5 yards away.
Practicing with my cousin Woody a couple years back he had showed me a technique where you put your helmet down and as soon as you make contact you spin. Fortunately I had practice that with the dream of one day getting to use it. I hit that Titan square in the chest with my helmet and spun to my right. All of a sudden I see day light and no defenders. I go to kick it into high gear, but there is no high gear. By now I am exhausted and can hardly breathe. Each step is agonizing. I can still hear the cheering, but the goal line just does not seem to be getting any closer. All of a sudden BAM, I was slammed to the ground. On the film you can see two of the biggest Titans on the team running at me at a 45 degree angle and they catch me at the 15 yard line. 500 pounds of Titans took their time getting off me. I was the last one to the huddle and just as I got there we broke for a desperation pass to Bob Arlon in the end zone. Rich was so excited that he threw it about 15 feet over the top of Bob's head and the game ended there with a 13 to 13 tie.
It was a hard fought game where ever body on the team gave it their all. To this day I believe we all felt like we were winners that day. The Home coming Dance that night was definitely a celebration party.
As sophomores Coach C had us scrimmage the Varsity Team and considering the size of that team we felt we did fairly well. Jim (the Biscuit) Wenz and John (Meat) Mc Kenzie were huge and the best we could do was get in their way. We did manage to hold our own against them and won the respect of most of them. Mooseheart and Lockport had been good warm up games for us and we resigned ourselves to an afternoon of speed and tricks to offset the size.
It was another hot, humid and cloudless Saturday afternoon by the time of the opening kickoff the temperature was over 90 degrees. The Lions were the first to score with Mike Adamec going 5 yards around left end on a power play for the touchdown. Mike Janis booted it through the uprights for the extra point.
Our joy was short lived as the Titans took the kickoff all the way back for a touchdown and converted the extra point. The Titans scored another touchdown in the second quarter just before the end of the half, but missed on the extra point. They took a 13 to 7 lead into the locker room at half. The Lions took a beat up and already tired team into their locker room.
I just could not get enough water in me and my jersey was drenched with sweat. The Digger came out and once again was happy with our effort, but we were making too many mistakes that were costing us big. The penalties were only 5 yards, but they were negating good plays. We would have to focus on execution if we wanted to win. We were holding our own with these guys and he knew we could pull it off.
In the third quarter we battled hard and never let them score. Late in the quarter we were able to punch one in with Dave Garringer going in off right tackle for one yard and the score. It was a 36 Slant with the right guard (me) pulling out and hitting the defensive end, the right tackle (David Leigh) blocking my man and the right end (Gary Wright) blocking David's man. I remember that Big End coming in thinking he was free of a block when I hit him on the side knocking him about 3 yards out. They got back at us on the extra point attempt overpowering us and blocking Mike Janis' attempt. The score was now tied at 13 going into the fourth quarter.
It was a great defensive battle in the fourth quarter and Mike Novak had a nice 45 yard run getting stopped at the 5 yard line. Tinley Park hunkered down and held us from scoring taking over on downs. They slowly marched down the field and with time running out on 3rd down tried a pass play, but could not covert. I saw the quarterback throwing to the other side of the field so I just let my man go trying to conserve what little energy I had left. I was playing left outside linebacker at the time and watched the end go back to the huddle telling the quarterback he knew he could beat me. I dropped back an extra 5 yards when they lined up this time and on 4th down they were going for it again. When the ball was snapped I started back peddling as I did not want that big end getting behind me. The quarterback did not fake or hesitate, but as he threw it I saw Bob Gihle jump up and get a hand on it deflecting it. I stopped, letting the End fly by me and trying to judge where it was going.
To this day I cannot remember catching it, I just remember having both hands around it tucking it in and taking off looking for tacklers. The first one that came at me I just side stepped and kept running. I was just two yards away from out of bounds and it seemed like the whole Lions team was jumping up and down on the sidelines cheering me on. Then there was a Titan right in front of me waiting about 5 yards away.
Practicing with my cousin Woody a couple years back he had showed me a technique where you put your helmet down and as soon as you make contact you spin. Fortunately I had practice that with the dream of one day getting to use it. I hit that Titan square in the chest with my helmet and spun to my right. All of a sudden I see day light and no defenders. I go to kick it into high gear, but there is no high gear. By now I am exhausted and can hardly breathe. Each step is agonizing. I can still hear the cheering, but the goal line just does not seem to be getting any closer. All of a sudden BAM, I was slammed to the ground. On the film you can see two of the biggest Titans on the team running at me at a 45 degree angle and they catch me at the 15 yard line. 500 pounds of Titans took their time getting off me. I was the last one to the huddle and just as I got there we broke for a desperation pass to Bob Arlon in the end zone. Rich was so excited that he threw it about 15 feet over the top of Bob's head and the game ended there with a 13 to 13 tie.
It was a hard fought game where ever body on the team gave it their all. To this day I believe we all felt like we were winners that day. The Home coming Dance that night was definitely a celebration party.
After an agonizing two hour review of the Mooseheart game film The Digger reviewed his scouting notes on Plano. The game films were compliments of Mr. Mason, Rich Mason's father. He worked for Kodak and took pride in being able to provide us with 16 mm Color films of each game. We were not sure but felt we were the only ones in the conference to have such a greattool. Mr. C got his scouting reports from many different sources including other coaches, Mr. Mason and other parents sometimes actually going to Friday night games himself.
The Plano notes highlighted two players, their Quarterback Bill Keltner and End Jim Jones. Both were well over six foot tall and lettered in several sports. Keltner had a strong arm and Jones was a great receiver. During practice Digger would have special Jersey made up to represent our target players and his strategy for us with both these players was double team and gang tackle. Wilbur (Boo) Luther was the first one to get to "be" Keltner. Any one that knew Boo knows that when he stood sideways it was hard to see him. My senior year I only weighed 155 pounds and I know I had a good 25 pounds on Boo.
Digger had been riding us hard all practice thanks to David's Mooseheart locker room admission that, "We were tired". When it came time to scrimmage the first couple of plays were somewhat lackluster and Coach C. singled me out to remind us that if we wanted to win we were going to have to do better. The next play I tapped Gihle and told him I was going to "red dog". With the ball snap I shot thru the line, caught up to Boo as he was backing up and cloths lined him almost knocking him out. In the locker room after practice Boo came up to me and pointed out that he was not working with the first string offense, that we all knew I could annihilate him and that he would appreciate it if I would not take advantage of the situation. I felt about two feet tall. I apologized to him and tried to never abuse that kind of situation again against my own team mates.
The game against Plano was hard fought going back and forth. We both banged head and bodies a lot not making much ground then would come a break away play. Keltner made a good run around end for a touchdown then Mike Adamec scored for us and Mike Janis kicked the first of three extra points. Just before halftime Keltner threw a long one to Jones for a touchdown. We went into our locker room down 14 to 7 at the half. Surprisingly Digger was upbeat, told us how good we were doing and that we were only down by one touchdown and extra point. We went back out and held Plano scoreless in the third quarter while Paul Havenar broke away around end for 50 yards and a touchdown. Mike Janis banged through the second extra point.
I believe the turning point in the game for us was when Kelner dropped back to pass on 3rd and long. Jones was going deep and we had to get to Keltner. I believe it was Dwight Hoffman that got to him first but as he hit Keltner at the waist Kelner moved sideways. Dwight maintained contact as he slid down wrapping his arms around Keltners left leg and holding on with a death grip. Keltner could not get away and could not get set to throw the bomb. About that time three more of us arrived to execute a beautiful gang tackle.
We drove the ball down inside the ten and Mike Adamec ran in his second touchdown with Mike Janis kicking the third of three extra points for the day. With time running out Keltner hit Jones with another bomb and the gun sounded with the score 21 to 20. On the extra point attempt Keltner tried to run it in but was met at the line by Dave Moyes and Gary Wright. First conference game of the season and a big W for the Lions!
The Plano notes highlighted two players, their Quarterback Bill Keltner and End Jim Jones. Both were well over six foot tall and lettered in several sports. Keltner had a strong arm and Jones was a great receiver. During practice Digger would have special Jersey made up to represent our target players and his strategy for us with both these players was double team and gang tackle. Wilbur (Boo) Luther was the first one to get to "be" Keltner. Any one that knew Boo knows that when he stood sideways it was hard to see him. My senior year I only weighed 155 pounds and I know I had a good 25 pounds on Boo.
Digger had been riding us hard all practice thanks to David's Mooseheart locker room admission that, "We were tired". When it came time to scrimmage the first couple of plays were somewhat lackluster and Coach C. singled me out to remind us that if we wanted to win we were going to have to do better. The next play I tapped Gihle and told him I was going to "red dog". With the ball snap I shot thru the line, caught up to Boo as he was backing up and cloths lined him almost knocking him out. In the locker room after practice Boo came up to me and pointed out that he was not working with the first string offense, that we all knew I could annihilate him and that he would appreciate it if I would not take advantage of the situation. I felt about two feet tall. I apologized to him and tried to never abuse that kind of situation again against my own team mates.
The game against Plano was hard fought going back and forth. We both banged head and bodies a lot not making much ground then would come a break away play. Keltner made a good run around end for a touchdown then Mike Adamec scored for us and Mike Janis kicked the first of three extra points. Just before halftime Keltner threw a long one to Jones for a touchdown. We went into our locker room down 14 to 7 at the half. Surprisingly Digger was upbeat, told us how good we were doing and that we were only down by one touchdown and extra point. We went back out and held Plano scoreless in the third quarter while Paul Havenar broke away around end for 50 yards and a touchdown. Mike Janis banged through the second extra point.
I believe the turning point in the game for us was when Kelner dropped back to pass on 3rd and long. Jones was going deep and we had to get to Keltner. I believe it was Dwight Hoffman that got to him first but as he hit Keltner at the waist Kelner moved sideways. Dwight maintained contact as he slid down wrapping his arms around Keltners left leg and holding on with a death grip. Keltner could not get away and could not get set to throw the bomb. About that time three more of us arrived to execute a beautiful gang tackle.
We drove the ball down inside the ten and Mike Adamec ran in his second touchdown with Mike Janis kicking the third of three extra points for the day. With time running out Keltner hit Jones with another bomb and the gun sounded with the score 21 to 20. On the extra point attempt Keltner tried to run it in but was met at the line by Dave Moyes and Gary Wright. First conference game of the season and a big W for the Lions!