The week prior to the draft was fast and hectic for Jeff, Mattie, and Helen.
Jeff's time was consumed by an array of activities. He was trying to get in enough studying to
make acceptable grades. He was getting calls from local newspaper reporters, and answering
their questions was not his forte. He was still getting calls from agents. Some friends called.
Normally, he would have liked to shoot the breeze with them, but this was not a convenient time.
They would just have to understand.
Jeff had a couple of conversations with Coach Bodine. The coach said Miami had phoned to get
more information on Jeff. He told Jeff it looked like Miami would be his best bet for a middle
round pick.
The first two rounds of the draft would be on Sunday. The third through seventh rounds would
be on Monday afternoon starting at three-thirty. Jeff knew he wouldn't be chosen in the first two
rounds, but he drove to Birmingham to catch part of the action Sunday afternoon. Also, he
wanted to meet some of the other players.
Mattie had asked to be off work Monday and Tuesday in order to go to Birmingham. She and
Helen were going to drive down on Monday and stay in a Days Inn after the draft.
Jeremy was not going to the draft with Mattie and Helen. Helen had asked Jeremy to go, but he
said he was not a member of the family yet. He said this event was a culmination of a lot of trials
shared by Jeff, Helen, and Mattie, and that they should share in the reward as a family. Helen
didn't insist on Jeremy's going. She respected his ideas and appreciated his consideration of her
family and his desire not to presume or intrude.
On Monday morning, Helen drove Mattie's car to the Jiffy car wash before getting ready to leave
for Birmingham.
The draft started at three-thirty. Mattie and Helen left home early. They stopped a few times to
kill some time so they would arrive around three o'clock.
When Mattie and Helen arrived at the Sportsarama they found a lot of commotion around the
front entrance. They entered the club and walked through a short hallway. Sporting
paraphernalia and athletes' pictures hung on the walls. Most noticeable was a big black and
white photo of Arnold Palmer. The hallway led to a large dining area with a bar on the left side.
The room was dimly lit, except for the bright, colorful lamps over the bar. There were few
people seated. Most of them were milling around and scurrying about.
Mattie and Helen looked around for Jeff but did not see him. Suddenly they heard Jeff's voice:
"Mom."
Mattie and Helen turned to see Jeff working his way through some people from the corner of the
room. Jeff told Mattie and Helen he had some seats saved for them at a table near the corner of
the room. Jeff pointed in the direction from which he had come. Jeff continued, "As you can see,
there are a couple of guys here with TV cameras. One is from WSBN."
"We may be on national TV!" Helen exclaimed.
"Chances are good," replied Jeff.
Jeff directed Mattie and Helen to the table he had reserved.
Mattie disdainedly inquired, "Do they serve liquor here?"
Jeff replied, "Yes, but y'all can just order soft drinks. A lot of people are. Sportsarama will
make their money later on food and booze. Plus, look at all the TV publicity they are getting."
Jeff said, "You can get up and move around some, if you want. I asked a waitress to put this
reservation card on the table." Jeff pointed to the reservation card with "Riggins" printed on it.
He continued, "Also, we have a good view of the big screen TV showing the draft activities in
New York."
Because of the bustle and excitement, it seemed to Mattie and Helen they had been there only a
short period of time when the big screen TV showed the draft was about to begin in New York.
Bob Johnson and Scott Hayes were the television commentators. Their pre-draft conversation
was mostly about those selected in Sunday's draft. They then started discussing today's draft, as
the third round was about to get started. One thing they mentioned that caught Jeff's attention
was that Miami had two draft picks in the third round.
Jeff told Mattie and Helen, "Miami, the team that showed the most interest in me, has two draft
picks this round."
Helen asked, "Why do they have two draft picks?"
"Teams can trade and swap selections," replied Jeff, "Miami has the seventh and thirteenth picks
in the third round."
The draft advanced through the first four selections in the fourth round. Some people at the
Sportsarama, like the Riggins family, were paying close attention to the TV. Others were paying
little attention.
The fifth selection of the third round brought some cheers and shouts from the crowd. A player at
the Sportsarama had been picked. John Isaacs, a 270-pound tackle from Alabama, had been
picked by the Denver Broncos. He hurriedly made his way to the podium that had been set up at
one side of the lounge. He said he was thrilled to be selected by the Denver Broncos. Issacs had
played at Ridgedale High School, Southside's archrival. He was the player who injured Jeff's
shoulder in their last high school football game.
Mattie looked at the TV screen showing live action at the Sportsarama. John gave a few more
general "thank yous" and left the podium.
Miami's choice for seventh pick created some excitement and anxiety for the Riggins family.
"Cross your fingers," said Helen.
The announcer came to the microphone in New York and said, "Miami's seventh pick in the third
round is Charlie Powell of Southern California."
Mattie, Helen, and Jeff looked at each other with short, forced smiles.
"Miami has another pick this round," comforted Helen.
"Yeah, I know," replied Jeff.
Mattie said, "I brought my towel I usually take to the games." Mattie pulled the towel out of her
pocketbook and said, "I brought it for good luck."