Letters

March 29, 2004

Feud for Thought

My great-grandfather was Ellison Hatfield, copatriarch of the
mighty and peace-loving Hatfield clan, so steeped in West
Virginia feud lore as I am, I can rate the top American feuds
(Blue Blood, March 8). Of course, the Hatfield-McCoy fracas is
No. 1, but North Carolina-Duke is second. The Good Hatfields
ultimately vanquished the Evil McCoys just as the Good Heels will
eventually pound the Evil Devils into cinders. (The Yankees-Red
Sox should be No. 3, but since the Sox never really win anything,
I gotta go with Britney and Christina.)
John A. Jenks, Wilmington, N.C.

As a kid I was able to attend basketball camps at both Carolina
and Duke. By far the best UNC-Duke games were the pickup games in
the summer. No coaches, no refs--no bull.
George Royster, Lexington, N.C.

Feud for Thought

My great-grandfather was Ellison Hatfield, copatriarch of the
mighty and peace-loving Hatfield clan, so steeped in West
Virginia feud lore as I am, I can rate the top American feuds
(Blue Blood, March 8). Of course, the Hatfield-McCoy fracas is
No. 1, but North Carolina-Duke is second. The Good Hatfields
ultimately vanquished the Evil McCoys just as the Good Heels will
eventually pound the Evil Devils into cinders. (The Yankees-Red
Sox should be No. 3, but since the Sox never really win anything,
I gotta go with Britney and Christina.)
John A. Jenks, Wilmington, N.C.

As a kid I was able to attend basketball camps at both Carolina
and Duke. By far the best UNC-Duke games were the pickup games in
the summer. No coaches, no refs--no bull.
George Royster, Lexington, N.C.

Will Blythe has inadvertently captured the essence of the
UCLA-USC rivalry, right down to the less-than-15-mile separation
of the two schools and their liberal (UCLA) vs. conservative
(USC) orientations. The only difference is that our rivalry
doesn't stop at basketball but extends to whichever sport is
being played, whatever the venue or time of day.
Tom Neff
West Linn, Ore.

Here in the mecca of college basketball, many ACC hoops
enthusiasts root for all the ACC teams at NCAA tournament time.
So whether one is an upstanding, intelligent, likable fan of the
Tar Heels who gives out great treats on Halloween, or a
scum-sucking, halitosis-afflicted,
dork-who-got-picked-on-every-day-from-first-grade-on supporter of
the Blue Devils, hey, we're all in this together.
Don Freedman, Greensboro, N.C.

All Blythe accomplishes in his story is to prove that North
Carolina and Duke fans believe the basketball universe revolves
around them. Thanks for confirming what most of us already knew.
Jim Bowen, Simpsonville, S.C.

Classy Cajun

Just when I thought it wasn't possible to like Carolina Panthers
quarterback Jake Delhomme more than I already did, I read John Ed
Bradley's article (Ride of His Life, March 8). What a pleasure to
learn of a star athlete with such admirable character traits and
values. Here's wishing continued success to a genuine role model.
Frank Alvarez, Norwalk, Conn.

Great piece about Delhomme, but next time you should put
pronunciations of the Cajun names for the Yankees reading the
magazine (Hebert=a Bear, Melancon=melon Son, etc.). I wish I
could be home in Breaux Bridge to eat some crawfish at the
festival.
Bryan Guidry, Burke, Va.

Upward Bound

Sebastian Telfair sounds like an exciting ballplayer (Ready for
the Big Time, March 8). Too bad your pronouncement that he is
NBA-ready will likely only firm up his decision to turn pro. Me?
I'll stick with Dickie V. and enjoy the unrivaled passion and
skill of the college game.
Chris Mazurek
Lebanon, N.H.

Mush Mouth

While serving in the Jesuit Volunteer Corps in 1984, I covered
the Iditarod for a bush radio station (A Dogged Race, March 8).
Stationed at the final mandatory checkpoint, a summer fishing
camp named Safety, I spent an icy week feeding, then interviewing
these hardy Iditarod racers. Watching these stoic men and women
care for their dogs--despite their own obvious fatigue--then push
off on the final 22-mile stretch run to the finish in Nome,
proved to me that this race is the ultimate iron-will event.
Chris Gfroerer, Cincinnati

For the Record

While I am no longer a fan of Lance Armstrong due to his
treatment of his wife, Kristin, I must set the record straight
(Letters, March 8). According to his book It's Not About the
Bike: My Journey Back to Life, Armstrong met Kristin after his
diagnosis and after treatment of cancer. She did not "suffer with
Lance for years as he confronted cancer" as Bill Everhart claims
in his letter to SI.
Stacy Sloan, Fort Lewis, Wash.

Stolen Memories

Rick Reilly's column on the heartless "Dr. James Hart" was a
masterly, yet disturbing, account of a pathetic man taking
advantage of tragic circumstances (THE LIFE OF REILLY, March 8).
Sadly, the Eagles' great Pete Pihos has been victimized twice:
Alzheimer's stripped him of his memories, and a scam artist ran
off with the remnants of an outstanding career.
Colin Twomey, Santa Ana, Calif.

Thanks, Rick, for your heartbreaking piece on the con artist "Dr.
James Hart." Now I know how Jason--or Jayson--Williams (pick one)
feels.
James Hart, New York City

B/W PHOTO: SPORTING NEWS ARCHIVES/ICON SMI TWICE TOLLED Pihos (in 1951) has been stricken by age and a con man. COLOR PHOTO: MICHAEL J. LEBRECHT II/1DEUCE3 PHOTOGRAPHY (COVER)

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