A Storm Blows In On Sunshine Square

In the Stanford dressing room at LA State the quiet was broken only by the occasional hiss of the water fountain. Alone by his locker, a Stanford player said, "We choked. We just don't have any poise. And now we've got to play them again—back there in Santa Monica ." For a long time, Coach Dallmar stood off to himself, staring plaintively at a set of scales and wondering what kind of ending had been contrived for this strangest season of all: Sunshine Square or Troublesville?