Jim Hardy, who is 93 years old and will soon attend his 85th Rose Bowl game — so long as he can get over this damn cold — has just finished pantomiming a quarterback’s scramble, around his living room, when he lets out a single cough.
He’s awfully sick, he claims.
“We sat out in the stands in just our shirts in the sprinkles,” says his wife, Henrietta, who is 92 and sitting across from Hardy on a couch in their house outside Palm Springs. “It was freezing!”
“Well, I wasn't about to leave that game,” Hardy says early in December.