THE SAY HEY KID AND THE MICK
Mickey and Willie! As a child of the '50s, I was delighted by Ron Fimrite's account (Mantle & Mays, March 25) of the larger-than-life exploits of two of baseball's immortals. Time has rightly removed their halos, but Fimrite's evocative description gently burnished memories of their heroic athletic deeds, which a whole generation of fans is reluctant to forget. Thanks, Commissioner Peter Ueberroth, for a wise decision.
What a treat! Mickey and Willie back where they belong: in baseball and on SI's cover.
Newton Corner, Mass.
It's wonderful to know that Peter Ueberroth is the type of commissioner who is concerned with the facts about Mantle and Mays rather than with surface appearances. Thanks for enlightening all of us on the true nature of their present occupation.
Chesapeake Beach, Md.
Being a transplanted Giants fan and a Mays worshiper, I am hoping that Willie will be called upon to help teach the faltering Giants the "art of the game." If owner Bob Lurie is hard up for cash, I'll chip in on the expenses. Nice piece.
THE REV. JAMES BRASSARD
Highland United Presbyterian Church
Slippery Rock, Pa.
April 8, 1985
It's obvious that Mickey Mantle and Willie Mays were regular guys who just loved to play ball, and that Ron Fimrite knows how to reach the heart and soul of baseball fans everywhere. It also appears that Mickey and Billy Martin had a good time the night before the photo on page 75 was taken. If only the bandage on Billy's right hand could talk.
Now that Peter Ueberroth has cleared up one injustice in baseball, it is time for him to act on another. He should remove the asterisk from Roger Maris's home-run record. No other player has had his record so tarnished.
MICHAEL E. MARTIN
Crystal Lake, Ill.
LEHIGH'S DAY ON THE COURT
I've been a Lehigh basketball fan for 15 years and am a recent graduate, so it was great to discover the sidebar by Alexander Wolff about the Engineers' encounter with Georgetown accompanying your NCAA coverage in the March 25 issue. Finally I can laugh at my friends who wondered why I went to basketball games instead of wrestling matches while at Lehigh. It is an article I'll keep forever.
GARY A. SCOTT JR.
Hats off to the Lehigh Engineers for their gallant effort against Georgetown. And boo to Iowa coach George Raveling for labeling the Engineers' presence in the tournament "a farce." Perhaps if Raveling had taken a lesson from coach Tom Schneider's blackboard—"Respect everyone, fear no one!"—his team might not have been bounced out of the tournament in the first round.
MICHAEL C. SEGAR
I just got back from the St. Paul Civic Center, where the Minnesota State High School Hockey Tournament final was held. The tournament set a record with a total attendance of more than 103,000! Anyway, after you published E.M. Swift's article on the event a couple of years ago (The Thrill Of A Lifetime, March 7, 1983), at least one reader asked for that year's results. So here is an update on the 1985 competition: Burnsville defeated Hill-Murray 4-3, scoring the winner with :27 left, in a rematch of the tourney final two years ago. In 1983 Hill-Murray beat Burnsville 4-3 with three minutes to go.
I'm sure Eric Boggan (Talk About Bad Table Manners, March 25) plays a competitive game of table tennis. Unfortunately, I get the impression he's spoiled. Let him stay in Germany. Heaven forbid he should come back home to America and be bored!
Good grief! Do we really need five pages on yet another spoiled-brat American? I'd rather have seen more pages of swimsuits.
AMERICAN SOCCER PLAYERS
I enjoyed the article about Ricky Davis of the MISL's St. Louis Steamers (Not In It For The Kicks, March 4). On the first page Ricky is shown with another young American, John O'Hara (black uniform), four-time All-Star and captain of the Pittsburgh Spirit. John has been captain since 1981, when he was 22. He also played with the U.S. National Team in Trinidad and Tobago in 1982. He is a homegrown Pittsburgher who graduated from Mount Lebanon High and attended the University of Pittsburgh as a scholar-athlete before turning pro. Because not many professional athletes get the opportunity to play for their hometown team, John feels especially privileged.
John learned to play soccer when his father, an attorney for an oil corporation, was transferred to London, where the family lived for three years. As a result, John has always been comfortable with foreign players.
John's dad, Frank O'Hara, was captain of the 1953-54 LaSalle NCAA championship basketball team—the only Philadelphia team ever to win the NCAA title. Tom Gola was his teammate.
I just couldn't help telling you about the "other American" player in that picture. I guess it's because I'm his mom.
JEAN M. O'HARA
Congratulations to Ricky Davis for his love of soccer and for his discovery that there is life after the Cosmos. I, for one, wish him success in St. Louis and with the U.S. national team as well.
A few years ago, the American Soccer League mandated that the majority (six) of the starters on a team be American citizens. I only wish that the NASL had followed suit. I am not denying the impact of players like Pelé, Franz Beckenbauer, Giorgio Chinaglia and Johan Cruyff, but where are these players now? If the league had only looked into its own backyard, maybe a few more Ricky Davises and Kyle Rote Jrs. would have surfaced by now.
During the 1973-74 season, my father, Peter Bernal, was the general manager of the NASL's Miami Toros, which later became the Fort Lauderdale Strikers and are now the Minnesota Strikers (who cares?). He was one of the few who recruited American-born players. Now the league is all but kaput. And as for the U.S. soccer team qualifying for the next World Cup, good luck.
ROBERT M. BERNAL
Coral Gables, Fla.
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