JFIFC    $ &%# #"(-90(*6+"#2D26;=@@@&0FKE>J9?@=C  =)#)==================================================dK" }!1AQa"q2#BR$3br %&'()*456789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz w!1AQaq"2B #3Rbr $4%&'()*56789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz ?jMVCRRa[ zIq&#A՜P"zv:˴ vwH9U6,w|0(FnZ<(41⁑!JY[T㰤}7M}.b w]8oaYΐ`CAŤ<~-3Pu-.x`^n8~L9⸭BYK0m_;xɄu∶֥T;R1FZLKQIPi\&~/,+F8ֺK}\BîDev_YOey?h_>&Gҍ[<N×)aj3ODtMX&TqG bd^qq 3Zdn傟¡F#7(4GTE.,q O0~jRaGH ;X|IkG~ ŻPLpAlqRŠzEQ$ ^NvC$F,yQR2U9{QE0ypwvg4QMhim into our nation s best thrower in his day. During the summers in the late 1960 s, I would live in the Los Angeles area to be near George. During the school year, I was a football coach in the state of Washington. I had already been a strength coach at the University of Oregon and Oregon State. I had trained some with the San Diego Chargers in the mid-sixties, who were at the forefront of weight training for pro football. I also had lived in Austria for a year and was on an Olympic Weight Lifting team. So, I didn t exactly just fall off the turnip truck. But, when I saw George train, I knew this was it. He had the secret. <br>Along with George, there were many other throwers who came from all over the country to live in the LA area where they could train and throw all-year round. As a football coach, I looked at these guys and was dazzled.