By J. Taylor Buckley, page 7A.
Where's Jimmy? Rumor mill revs up
Folks in New Jersey are reacting with
their usual aplomb to the "news" that they
are playing host to the sawn and cleavered
remains of James "Elusive Jimmy" Hoffa.
The November Playboy features an
interview with a fellow named Tony the
Greek, who says parts of Mr. Hoffa - perhaps
all of them, save a lock of hair taken by
one of his assassins - are imbedded in
concrete at Giants Stadium.
It has thoroughly chilled the official
Meadowlands sports community, where all the
people who answer the phones have been
drilled extensively in the "no comment"
defense.
They see it as just another grisly Hoffa
rumor. Still, they're taking cover,
visionless drudges, failing to see the PR
potential in having Mr. Hoffa as an eternal
spectator. (Though probably in a seat with
an obstructed view.)
Even the kids in the Columbia University
marching band got into the spirit some years
ago when they did a "Where's Jimmy?"
halftime routine at the stadium. They formed
up into an arrow and pointed themselves
toward midfield.
According to Mr. The Greek, however, the
marching band was off target. He says Mr.
Hoffa's bond with eternity was cemented in
and around one of the end zones.
Some stadium regulars still insist Mr.
Hoffa is among friends, beneath the parking
lot, but Giants media director Ed Crokeo
dismisses the Hoffa story as "just a myth
that surfaces every few years." He has spent
much of the week deflecting sick jokes about
Mr. Hoffa being buried on "the ghoul line"
and being "sacked in the end zone." And he's
sure he'll see "some banner with an arrow on
it" when the Giants take on the Phoenix
Cardinals Sunday afternoon.
End-zone ticket holder Joel Carnosso, who
contends Mr. Hoffa is hardly a resurfacing
rumor and, in fact, was responsible for the
Larry Csonka goal-line fumble that cost the
Giants an "in-the-bag" win against
Philadelphia in 1978, is hoping for more
than a few macabre banners: Perhaps a Dig
For Jimmy promotion in which "we all get
plastic shovels and metal detectors and take
to the field at halftime."
Meanwhile, The Associated Press is
quoting "an official with the State
Commission of Investigations in New Jersey"
as calling the Playboy story "possible but
... improbable."
Improbable, indeed. As every New Jersey
schoolchild knows, Mr. Hoffa is in repose at
the Molly Pitcher rest area on the New
Jersey Turnpike, where, in true Teamster
spirit and shrouded in bituminous concrete,
he holds up his end of the deceleration
lane.