For what it's worth (not much), Larry Csonka and Jim Kiick, a.k.a. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, the fearsome Miami Dolphins' running backs, discourse on their lives, hell-for-leather careers, teammates, coaches, wives, chicks, old towel fights, Super Bowls, injuries, yardage techniques -- everything including the time Mo Moorman shot a Toddle House counterwoman with mustard, ""one of those plastic squeeze jobs. . . . He just squeezed it slow. He shot her across the dress. . . ."" Ha ha. Jim's the guy in ital. while Zonk's in straight type: ""Our other safety-man, Jake Scott, is a born gambler. He likes to take chances. He likes to chase girls, too""; ""Charley Fowler lived for food. Charley ate everything he saw""; ""Don Shula is an ass-busting coach. . . . But we bust his ass a little bit, too."" And so it goes. Like Zonk and Jim, on and on, an endless sweep around what we used to call the gridiron.