WASHINGTON VS. NEW YORK
Roy Blount's superfluous adulation of the Redskins (The Good Humor Men, Nov. 6) was positively vulgar! After reading his article, one might judge that the Giants were a team of blundering buffoons who are occasionally stirred from their inertia by a quarterback who flunked a Dale Carnegie correspondence course. Maybe Norm Snead hasn't got the brashness of Joe Namath or the choreography of his precursor, Fran Tarkenton, or the publicity of Sonny Jurgensen, but they don't have a 65.9% pass completion average, do they?
This is an article from the Nov. 20, 1972 issue
Blount's reference to Snead being a "recycled quarterback" is quite a twist, don't you think, or hasn't Roy noticed the string of retreads in the Washington camp? The lone exception is Larry Brown. Indeed, the only praiseworthy note in Blount's Over-the-Hill-Gang concerto was the account of Brown's undisputed talents. The anecdotes about Coach Allen's passion for ice cream and his Mary Poppins attitude toward his team should have been submitted to the Ladies' Home Journal trivia column. As for the way he wrote off that controversial Chris Hanburger steal, it seems to me the final score of 23-16 only proves it was significant. Washington was not victorious over New York in the true meaning of the word.
Nothing personal, Mr. Blount, but the next time you dote on the Redskins I hope you trip over a Popsicle stick.
MARY LOU DIAS
Larry Brown really tells it like it is in regard to New York. Unfortunately, the Redskins have been forced to spend two consecutive weekends in Fun City. That's worse than being exiled for a year to Cleveland.
Philadelphia sports teams (Blue Blazers in Philadelphia, Nov. 6)? What a joke. Except for one, the Flyers. Being a Flyers' season-ticket holder, I have seen on numerous occasions the enormous ability of Bobby Clarke. One of Bobby's greatest assets is his intense and never-ending hustle. After being subjected to the Blazers' opening-home-game loss to Cleveland, I realized that our WHA team was just a glorified minor league club, except for Andre Lacroix and a few others. Long before Derek Sanderson hurt his shoulder, he displayed nothing but sloppy, uninspired hockey. In fact, he couldn't even carry Clarkie's skates.
Your comments on the hockey situation in general were great. The Derek Sandersons of this world are not all they are cracked up to be. Sanderson isn't worth $1 million unless he has some fine $20,000 players to back him up. I would rather watch the Fort Worth Wings than Sanderson & Co. any day. The Wings hustle and give the fans their money's worth.
Re the article (Maybe Colorado Won Because It Was Boulder, Oct. 30) about Colorado's victory over Oklahoma: now wait a minute! I've been called a lot of things before, but never a guy! Roy Blount described me as "some guy running around on the sidelines dressed as a buffalo head." Although I know my femaleness wasn't exactly evident, I ask: Do those legs look like a guy's legs?
We in Duluth were quite pleased to see Bil Gilbert's nature article (Up in Raptures About Some Raptores, Oct. 23). In fact we invite him to visit our Hawk Ridge Nature Reserve next fall when the west winds are blowing.
The high count for Hawk Mountain, Pa. was a mere 29,765 Raptores in the fall of 1968. Duluth? Well, in 1970, without even trying, we tallied 69,214 passing Raptores. To date in this exceptional fall we have counted over 4,000 goshawks, far more than the 60 or so "gos" that appear yearly over Hawk Mountain.
We too have our habitués who brace themselves against the blustery fall winds—a housewife who deserts the kitchen to count hawks when the migration is flowing, the real-estate executive stopping to help his spouse count. And always there is a thread of tension.
So, Bil Gilbert, if you want to be where the Raptore action is, come to Duluth in September and October.
HENRY B. ROBERTS
Hawk Ridge Nature Reserve
Duluth Audubon Society
Having been a Missouri Tiger football fan for the past 12 years I feel compelled to write and try to set the record straight. In your Oct. 30 FOOTBALL'S WEEK column on games played Oct. 21, the Missouri-Notre Dame game was almost totally ignored. What did appear was a series of excuses for the Irish.
Notre Dame had four first-string men missing from the lineup that day, a fact trumpeted by the local papers and by SI. What was totally ignored was the fact that Missouri was missing three starters itself. Fullback Ray Bybee did not make the trip to South Bend, and Halfback Chuck Link and Defensive End Steve Schreiber did not play, either.
Missouri almost totally controlled the game for the first 3½ quarters. The Tigers marched 46, 67 and 92 yards for touchdowns. They held the ball for 16 minutes more than Notre Dame, and they did all this against a team that was second in the nation in total defense. Add this to the fact that Notre Dame is a deeper team and was playing at home and there is no doubt it was an upset of tremendous proportions.
EDGER C. GERTZ III
Regarding your selection of the 1972 Sportsman of the Year, I feel the award should be given posthumously to Jackie Robinson. His courage will always be remembered, not only in the annals of American sport but also in American history. The United States is far better off because he lived.
Marvin (Vinny) Giles III, the U.S. amateur golf champion. He is a true sportsman in every sense of the word.
Gene Tenace. His four home runs and nine RBIs helped Oakland win the World Series.
Larry Brown of the Washington Redskins.
Muhammad Ali. His constant fighting around the country and throughout the world has kept boxing alive.
Lower Burrell, Pa.
Phil Esposito. Not only did he win the NHL scoring title and help the Bruins win the Stanley Cup, but he was also our main force in beating the Russians.
Tennis is currently in a boom all across the country, and nothing helps a boom in a sport more than a kid superstar who has put it all together. Therefore, Chris Evert is my nomination for Sportswoman of the Year.
Dick Allen. For leading the Chicago White Sox from a below-average team in 1971 to within a few games of the Western Division leader this year, and also for putting up with Philadelphia fans for seven years.
Jim Ryun, who gave it everything he had only to be beaten by fate.
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