From then on the two exchanged quips and gifts like Mr. and Mrs. Hart — flowers, candy, a dictionary,
clacking plastic teeth and, on gold medal night, champagne and a stuffed puppy.
The sound of line play, if you are close enough to hear it, is a low thunder, lightened now and then by the odd
clacking of
plastic helmets meeting and accentuated by an occasional expletive wrung from beleaguered guard or tackle.