Dan Jenkins' article, Two Gods Too Many (Nov. 9), was great writing of a tough story. Never has anyone walked the tightrope so eloquently.
As a Notre Dame fan who bears in mind that Dan Jenkins has allowed his dislike for Parseghian-led Irish teams to prejudice previous articles, I anticipated that Two Gods Too Many would be a song of praise for Ohio State and Texas and something worthy of a defamation suit by Notre Dame. However, much to my pleasant surprise, I found that Mr. Jenkins has put together the best proposition yet on the unanswerable question of who's No. 1.
You can't fool me, SI! While Dan Jenkins names no team as best in the race for No. 1, there's more than one way to skin a pigskin. By using a scoring system of 3, 2 and 1 to rate the positions of the pictures of the three teams as well as the sequence in which they are mentioned (directly or indirectly) throughout the article, one will find that Texas gets seven firsts, 18 seconds and two thirds for 59 points; Ohio State garners 13 firsts, five seconds and nine thirds for 58 points; and the lowly Irish pick up seven firsts, four seconds and 16 thirds for 45 points. SI should stop pussyfooting around and just come out and say that Texas is No. 1!
ROBERT H. FAUST
Congratulations to Dan Jenkins. He gave all three schools the recognition they deserve. But, as everyone knows, after the bowl games OSU will be all alone at the top.
R. A. YONTZ
November 23, 1970
It is odd that the Fighting Irish fan you quoted sees it more clearly than Mr. Jenkins: "It's Nebraska in the Orange Bowl that worries me."
I enjoyed your story. I hope Notre Dame and Texas get by their "big tests," USC and Arkansas, respectively. Stanford beat both, and if Stanford beats Ohio State in the Rose Bowl, it just might be very easy to pick the No. 1 team.
MITCHELL J. MILIAS
Two Gods Too Many was a very good article. A playoff would be the answer.
HAIRY AND HUMAN
The Mad, Mad Punier of Louisville (Nov. 9) by John Underwood was one of the best and most humorous articles that I have read in your excellent magazine. It is very pleasant to read about a young, new and successful coach like Lee Corso who is doing an excellent job of enhancing the University of Louisville's football image. I have a strong feeling that Mr. Corso and his punter warrant close observation.
WILLIAM G. CALDWELL, M.D.
Ever the enthusiastic, energetic, voluble, young-at-heart, gentlemanly molder of men, Lee Corso apparently hasn't changed a bit since I met him during his stint as an assistant coach at the U.S. Naval Academy. Everyone felt he would make a helluva head coach. Thanks to SI for letting us in on the vibrant world of Scott Marcus and his mentor, Lee Corso.
THE REV. ROBERT A. UZZILIO
Church of the Assumption
Being married to a coach has expanded my interest in sports. I enjoy SI but never have I enjoyed an article—even in McCall's—as much as The Mad, Mad Punter of Louisville by John Underwood. The combination of the author's literary wit with Coach Corso's basic, enthusiastic wit and Punter Scott Marcus' hair has provided a piece that should be required reading for every woman who feels that sport, football in particular, is less than human and enjoyable. Thank you.
Long Beach, Calif.
All too often we are prone to make comments without doing our homework. Sometimes we act out of frustration under stress. Perhaps that was the case when Cincinnati Coach Bob Cousy, whose hustling Royals haven't been able to crash the win column often, wanted to know what Jerry Lucas was "doing the last nine years—before he went bankrupt" (SCORECARD, Nov. 9).
Lucas has only been in the NBA since the 1963-64 season when he was Rookie of the Year. He is only the second player in NBA history to average both 20 points and 20 rebounds in a single season. He was MVP of the 1965 All-Star Game and a member of the All-NBA first or second team each season until the 1968-69 season, after which he was traded to San Francisco.
More important to the Royals, however, was the fact that his teaming with the great Oscar Robertson helped Cincinnati win more games from 1963 to 1968 (when new people began to direct the Royals' fortunes) than any other NBA club with the exceptions of Boston with Bill Russell and Philadelphia with Wilt Chamberlain. The NBA career of Jerry Lucas hasn't exactly been a bust.
TAMED IN THE WEST
In his article on hockey's Plager brothers (Don't Bother Hitting a Plager on the Head, Nov. 9), Mark Mulvoy implies that fans in Vancouver are made of so much melba toast and milk punch because the sight of an opposing player bleeding onto the ice does not send them to Olympian heights of ecstasy. Vancouver may be new to the NHL, but it is not new to hockey. In past years the Canucks of the Western Hockey League played here, and their fans were renowned for being quiet, restrained and the most knowledgeable in North America. They committed the ultimate heresy of applauding a well-done play by the visiting team. They could also give a good boo to the hometown fellow who fluffed a play.
The fact that the Pacific Coliseum is not peopled with the burly types swigging Canadian Club and throwing popcorn and dead fish onto the ice does not detract from the Vancouver fans' enjoyment of finesse hockey. One would hope that by the end of the season the Vancouver fans will still regard a bleeding Plager with "silent sympathy." One might also hope that the fans in such raucous arenas as St. Louis, Boston and New York will take a lesson from the fans of the new team way off in the wild and woolly West.
ROBERT F. WALKER
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