That is Sigmund Freud's grandson all decked out in racing silks and psyching up the horse he is going to ride at Lancashire's Haydock Park. Clement Freud, a writer and television personality sometimes called the Julia Child of England, had challenged Sir Hugh Fraser to a match over 1½ miles, with a side bet of ¬£1,000. The scales come into the picture because gourmet Freud had to lose almost two stone to make the racing weight. Installed as a 4-to-9 favorite, he and his horse Winter Fair won by 2½ lengths.
Marlin Briscoe, traded from Buffalo to Miami, sees benefits other than a bigger paycheck. "Money, yes, but exposure, too. Howard Cosell never comes to Buffalo. He goes the opposite direction."
Ken (Hawk) Harrelson, erstwhile baseball slugger turned golf pro, who is now sometimes known as Hook Harrelson, still has a tongue with a sharp slice to it. "I've never seen a golfer with more potential ability than me," Harrelson said. "Golf can be an easy game. If you work hard enough you'll get to the point where you know you're going to hit it right. Now I've built a good swing by hitting about 600 balls a day. I have the potential to achieve a stature in golf that I never could have reached in baseball." Oddly enough, the Hawk delivered himself of these thoughts just before dropping out of last week's regional try-outs for the PGA rookies school with a 77-79-81.
Football is a game of funny bounces, and Texas Defensive Coach Mike Campbell thinks they're getting funnier. Offensive statistics have been increasing, Campbell says, and he knows why. "Runners hit the artificial turf when tackled and just keep bouncing along," he says. "Often the bounces go undetected. Each team makes 20 yards a game on bounces."
October 8, 1972
Anne Goodlad threw her javelin into the air, and where it landed—she knew not where. At least not for a tenth of a second or so. Then the javelin caused two explosions and a fire, and cut off an entire housing development's electricity for two hours. Miss Goodlad's spirited throw had cut into a power line in Conisborough. "It was a bit embarrassing," one slightly shaken 17-year-old English girl javelinist said, "but the electricity board didn't seem to mind. They saw the funny side of it."
Ray May, the Baltimore Colt linebacker, can easily explain why he forsook baseball for football. "I hit .606 and .585 my junior and senior years in high school and thought I was on my way to the big leagues," May says. "I found out later that I had this little eye problem that made the ball blurry, but bigger, too. Once I started wearing glasses, I never could hit again."
Phoenix College Football Coach Shanty Hogan conducted his first "Fundamentals of Football for Women" seminar and found it a humbling experience. For 50 enrollees in the four-meeting class, Hogan step-by-step dressed a player completely (well, almost), explained positions and basics of the game and then opened the session to questions. All prepared for queries on veer options and the I formation, Hogan was stumped on the first two questions asked: "Why is the football brown?" "Why do they call those lines 'hash marks'?"
Next year the San Diego Padres will move their Tri-Cities farm club to Walla Walla, Wash. Farm Director Peter Bavasi has announced that the new manager there will be Chuck Ditto, natch.
However directly they may be in competition in the Big Eight and for national running-back honors, Oklahoma's Greg Pruitt and Nebraska's Johnny Rodgers are buddies, going back to last December, when they romped together in Miami and the Bahamas. Pruitt even wore a Nebraska T shirt given to him by Rodgers. "I'm going to give it back to him when we beat them—with the score on it," Pruitt said. Rodgers took that one in stride. "I also introduced Pruitt to a girl and he couldn't hold onto her," he said. "Nebraska women are too much for Oklahoma men."
When the Redskins took on blonde, ponytailed Valerie Osland as an assistant coach, there were those who wondered whether it would work. But the players had no doubts—"She's smart, fast and pretty," one Redskin says—and the team, an entry of 9-year-olds in the Pop Warner League in Reno, has thrived. Nevada coed Valerie, in charge of defensive backs and ends, happened upon her expertise because her father, lacking sons, poured out his football knowledge to her, and she played powder-puff football in high school. "I was so nervous I couldn't eat the night before the first practice," she says, "but by the end of the week we were working together like brothers."