Jerry Kill and the Old Scribe have much in common. We grew up in small towns, Jerry surrounded by wheat fields in Cheney, Kan., and the OS surrounded by cornfields in Fulda, Minn.
Jerry and his pals could make the half-hour drive to the bustle of Wichita, if they wanted to expand the potential dating pool in the mid-'70s. We had the lure of the bright lights of Worthington in the late '50s, although there were "hoods'' over there — guys with turned-up collars on leather jackets and Lucky Strikes on their lips — and it was advisable for Fulda boys to be cautious.
The real reason you can tell Jerry and the OS have much in common is that they are among the few people in this metropolis to understand the word "tour'' is properly pronounced "turrr.''
Sadly, there was evidence this week the bond that Kill and the OS had as people of the land, as common clay of the West, might not be as strong as previously indicated.
The university gave Kill a second much-improved deal in 38 months on the job last weekend — this one increasing his salary from $1.2 million to a $2.3 million average and adding a season through 2018.
Kill met with reporters on Monday and said he was still the same person who started out as a coach earning $250 a month and "living in a trailer.'' Jerry didn't clarify as to whether it was a trailer down by the river, but he did add this:
"I was very appreciative then. And if I had to go back to doing that, I'd be all right.''
These words from a future multimillionaire caused the OS, a several thousand-aire, to reflect on his beginnings as a sportswriter.