As one of many suffering Notre Dame alumni, I wish to thank you for one of the most heartwarming stories you've ever done on Notre Dame football (Somebody Up There May Be Listening, Nov. 5). I was a student at Our Lady's university during the glory years of Ara Parseghian, and it is often only the memories of those days that make the defeats of the last few years bearable.

Kenny Moore has given the reader a unique perspective on today's Irish, one that underscores the elements that made (and make) Notre Dame a very special university: "Contracts are sacred" and "Winning is important. But it is one element among several." These statements by Father Edmund P. Joyce exemplify the Notre Dame spirit. And the best thing about Gerry Faust is that he is a natural part of that spirit.

You're gonna make it, Gerry. And Notre Dame will be the better for it.
Ocala, Fla.

I admit to being a Notre Dame fan of long standing. More recently, though. Eve become a Gerry Faust fan, regardless of his win-loss record. In an age when commitment is considered passé, religious fervor radical and the display of human emotion unmanly, his personal philosophy is refreshing and inspiring. I can't help but hope that Faust is merely a man ahead of his time. Cheer, cheer for a hero!
Frankenmuth, Mich.

So Gerry Faust is a nice guy—he prays a lot and is an excellent recruiter—but that doesn't make him a major college football coach. The pap offered by the author in an attempt to justify Gerry's record at Notre Dame was revolting to this alumnus.
Hudson, N.Y.

Ever since your article 3½ years ago (The Irish Have Flipped Over Faust, April 13, 1981) portraying Gerry Faust as the greatest thing since sliced bread, I've been waiting for an objective and dispassionate analysis of his coaching ability. I fear I must pray for that.
Ann Arbor, Mich.

"Pray for me, who am so miserable." Instead of Gerry Faust uttering this prayer to Saint Jude these days, thousands of loyal Notre Dame fans are doing it. Faust says he would never stay if Notre Dame didn't want him. We don't want him!
Troy, Mich.

Never has such incompetence gotten such publicity!
Dearborn Heights, Mich.

Here are some kinds of time that Tony Kornheiser omitted from his otherwise excellent article on hang time (They've Got The Hang Of It, Oct. 29):

Show Time: Spectacular one-man performance, a.k.a. Bernard King Time.

Daylight Saving Time: "Did I change my clock yet, or did Michael Jordan really stay up there for an hour?"

Checkout Time: With the Cleveland Cavs en route to another losing season, it's time for coach George Karl to pack his bags.

Prime Time: "The Sixers on TV again? How about a Kings-Nuggets matchup?"

Dinner Time: Charles Barkley Time.

Miller Time: When Dr. J springs into the air, you have time to make a beer run before he comes down.

As one who grew up in Minnesota and also enjoys sports history, I read with interest William Oscar Johnson's piece on University of Minnesota football (New Deal in Gopherland, Nov. 5).

However, as a follower of the Golden Gophers, I nearly had a heart attack when I read former Gopher player and coach Cal Stoll's statement, "You cannot find a player born and bred in Minnesota who ever played regularly in the NFL as a passer or catcher."

I'd like to remind Stoll of one of his Minnesota teammates, Gordon Soltau. Back in the days when there were only 12 NFL teams and a 12-game schedule, Soltau, a San Francisco 49ers end, finished in the top 10 in pass receptions in three consecutive seasons (1951-53). He was second with 59 catches in 1951, tied for third with 55 catches in 1952 and tied for eighth with 43 catches in 1953. Soltau was born in Duluth and played football at Duluth's Central High.
St. Louis

Reading Robert L. Miller's LETTER FROM THE PUBLISHER about SI tennis reporter Bailey Breene in the Sept. 17 issue, I was a bit surprised and, quite honestly, embarrassed. I can't help but wonder what match I was so intently watching or what upcoming opponent I was thinking about when Bailey, then a "knobby-kneed" 10-year-old, asked for my autograph.

Over the course of many years, Eve signed thousands of autographs, on program covers, napkins, even articles of clothing. Thus, I hope this photograph (though many years late) will satisfy the little girl who grew up to be your magazine's consummate tennis reporter.

Although I don't currently tour full time, I still play and do television commentary on many of the big tournaments on the Grand Prix circuit. I look forward to meeting Miss Breene at one of these events.
Hilton Head Island, S.C.


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