What A Passing Parade! The pictures of the Super Bowl in your Jan. 29 issue were great. The cover was fantastic. The story was enjoyable. What more could a person ask for? Probably just the bathing-suit issue!
I have been a subscriber to SPORTS ILLUSTRATED for six years now and have been photographing sports for about a year. I would like to congratulate your photographers for four great issues (Jan. 8, et seq.). I knew my renewal through 1980 was worth the price when I saw the cover picture of the Sugar Bowl, with Alabama stopping Penn State from six inches out. The next week's issue contained many superb shots of the NFC and AFC championship games. My favorite was the two-page layout of the rain-soaked Steeler-Oiler contest. Not only did your photographers take great action shots of football, but also of basketball, as the Jan. 22 issue proved. Finally, there was the Super Bowl and your photographers were there capturing all of the game's great moments in 12 superb pictures. Once again, I congratulate you for four great issues.
I truly enjoyed the report of Super Bowl XIII by Dan Jenkins. However, you gave Tom Henderson more ink than other deserving Steelers and Cowboys. The Steelers simply ignored his unprofessional attitude throughout the week and during the game. I'm not surprised to learn that he calls himself " Hollywood." After all, he's a better actor than a football player. By talking so much during Super Bowl week he seemed to be giving us a preview of his role in his first movie, Jaws XIII.
KEVIN A. JOSEPH
Upper St. Clair, Pa.
The Monday morning quarterbacks were eager to pin goat horns on Jackie Smith for dropping a touchdown pass in the Super Bowl. However, my dog Nicky has proved conclusively that it wasn't Smith's fault. According to Nicky, the blame for the incomplete pass has to be placed on Roger Staubach, who threw a lob pass instead of the usual bullet. And how did Wonder Dog reach this conclusion? Elementary. This versatile canine loves to catch popcorn by mouth at distances of one to six feet. He rarely misses bullets or fastballs, but when I take something off the toss, he muffs it every time. He just can't handle the soft lob pass because it throws his timing off. That's why Smith has been officially exonerated by the Highland Commissioner of Fireplugs.
One quote in particular caught my attention in Robert Boyle's article (All's Not Tranquil at Placid, Jan. 15). The words were attributed to LPOOC Broadcast and Marketing Division Chairman John Wilkens, a man who is admittedly aggressive when it comes to chasing a buck (the green kind without fur). There is a familiar ring to the phrase "I'm not a crook." Was it not first made popular in a similar context by Richard Nixon?
The efforts of the Master Anglers and the Masters Tournament (Flocking to the January Sails, Jan. 29) have set conservation standards that have maintained a fabulous fishing hole—Palm Beach to Stuart—for many years. We release our sailfish, and have a rule that all other fish (wahoo, dolphin, king-fish and barracuda) are to be released during the tournament.
We sincerely hope that all "on the dock" tournaments are eliminated. We would be happy to share our rules and experiences with other members of the angling fraternity.
Masters Tournament Chairman
New York, N.Y.
The Philadelphia Phillies may not ever win another division championship, even with the acquisition of Pete Rose, but they have distinguished themselves in that they are the only team in baseball to have more hotdogs on the field than in the stands.
Re Yankee from Louisiana, by Sam Moses (Jan. 22): the only fault that I can find with Ron Guidry is the way he spells his name.
Having been a teammate of Ronnie Guidry's at the University of Southwestern Louisiana, I reveled in your article about him. I was reminded of the night we played non-conference rival LSU in Baton Rouge. The outcome of the game has been long forgotten and is unimportant—it was Guidry's performance that was memorable.