Out of the corner of [their] eye [The Jackets] saw that the blocks of the [field] really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—[they] could climb to it, if [they] climbed [together], and once there [they] could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder [, a bowl game].
[Their] heart[s] beat faster and faster as [bowl eligibility]’s face came up to [their] own. [They] knew that when [they] [took] this [opportunity], and forever wed [their] unutterable visions to [its] perishable breath, [their] mind[s] would never romp again like the mind of God.