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CHECK OUR LUNCHES IN THE PICKLE CELLAR & VINTAGE ROOM Emerging steelyâ€"eyed from the stadium catacombs to face a horde of vulturedâ€"like media types, Tuffy skirted no issue, begged no sympathy and staring straight at the members of the fourth estate, spouted: % *‘*No, that‘s not Laurier football, not at all. And to quit, and we quit today. We hope that never happens again and we‘re going to do everything in our power to make sure that kind of embarrassment never happens again." Oh. To gauge the magnitude of the man‘s disappointment, one would have had to be around for the past decade â€" plus to watch Laurier teams, many underdogs as on The bigger story, in this corner however, was that Hawks were not carried off the field on their shields, but instead chose to lay down their arms well before the final skirmish. $ It was no crime for Hawks to lose Saturday‘s game to Western. Goodness knows, Mustangs with their wealth of experience proved themselves during the 1981 season to be the far superior club, and they fully rated the favorite‘s role. Yet still, defeat did not rest lightly on one man‘s shoulders, simply because Hawks waived the right to try to overtake, or even minimize the inequality. The man in question was Hawk coach Dave (Tuffy) Knight. His cornerstone is pride, and when his charges shed their share, their physical fortress and his emotional fortress naturally, crumbled. The allâ€"tooâ€"evident story of the afternoon was of course how Greg (Call me Freddie, but credit my teammates) Marshall, for the second year in a row, made Laurier defenders look like tombstones in a graveyard, rushing over, around and through them for 311 yards and three touchdowns as Mustangs humiliated Hawks 53â€"11 in OUAA semiâ€"final action. ‘‘The big play, the big play did it," everyone was hooting on the deserted battlefield(?) following the debacle, and true enough, plays like Ryan Potter‘s 95â€"yard kickâ€"off reverse were telling factors. Not often mind you, but more than enough, and with, it should be duly noted, considerable less harrassment from Wilfrid Laurier tacklers than a shopper would receive trying to snare elbowâ€"room at a Hadassah Baâ€" Zaar. Obviously, several Western Mustangs had that exact thought as they pranced over four corners of real estate at J.W. Little Stadium on the picturesque Western campus. Canadian climate. . The birds were singing, the sun was shining, it was a perfect day for a romp in the park. The day, Saturday by calendar, any day by choice, was beautifully clear, crisp and cool, the type we usually can only hope for in this autumnal recess of civilized _ "VArerroo Moror Slnn. COMING NOV. 30â€"DEC. 3 â€" ‘"*DUBLIN CORPORATION®" 475 King St. North, Waterioo â€" 884â€"0220 THE GREAT®8.95 SAT. STEAK SPECIAL From 5â€"10 p.m. Crab legs and claws. Choice of potato & vegetable, and a grand selection of saiâ€" ads from our salad 5995 WATERLOQ CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1981 â€" PAGE 19