Cleavon Marsh at 34: One More Year, and Then the Quiet

He is thirty-four now. The yard of pace is gone; the yard of thought that replaced it is, for one more season, still enough. Nobody at Beeston will say it is his last year, because saying it makes it true and true is unbearable. But everyone knows how this particular story ends, because it ends the same way for all of them: not with a transfer, not with a scandal, just with a quiet Sunday when the legs finally decline the invitation. This is the season we watch for that Sunday.