during his senior year Fred called a local pizza delivery service (don't remember which one) and asked them to deliver pizza to the practice field at lets say around <font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">4:30 -</font> 5 o'clock (enter Melvin's details). The delivery guy walks out on the practice field and says he has a pizza for a Mr. Smoot. The managers at the time signal to Fred to come over to the sideline and collect his pizza. At this point Smoot starts to eat the pizza and pass out slices to the guys on the scout team. JWS, of course thinks this is great and just laughs through it. But like I said if you ever, by some magical stoke of luck, run across Melvin, ask him about it because its a good one with all of the details.