Living on the Mason-Dixon line between Yankees and Red Sox fans, I was thrilled to open my mailbox to see Mark Bellhorn poised on your cover like a graceful, floating Spider-Man, proudly and defiantly hovering under the image of Babe Ruth (Nov. 1). Two curses killed for the price of one.
Alice Morrin Vernon, Conn.
The Red Sock
The curse was real. It swallowed great teams. It was broken in the way that all curses are broken. There needed to be some symbolic, possibly supernatural, event (and I'm not talking about the lunar eclipse). To break this curse, it took a player willing to sacrifice all to lead the Red Sox to victory. Curt Schilling (Blood and Guts, Nov. 1) stained his sock red with his own blood in a selfless--and successful--attempt to lead them to a championship.
Mark Larson, Des Moines
Curt Schilling, the anti-Kobe.
Miki Bailey, Wickford, R.I.
My wife, who suffered from ALS, passed away last month. Thanks to one man's ankle injury, the world got to see a shoe with the message k als inscribed on it. Curt Schilling and your photo showing his shoe have done more to advance ALS awareness than I could do in my lifetime. Let's strike out ALS.
Harry Bomberger, Lewisville, Texas
The Babe has left the building.
Al Meyerhoff, Studio City, Calif.
Our Fathers, Our Selves
Of all that I have inherited from my parents and passed along in turn to my children, the thing I cherish the most is my membership in Red Sox Nation. Like Francisco Goldman (Father and Son ... Boston, Nov. 1), when I was young I listened to my father berate the Sox for every bad trade, every crummy at bat, every season-ending heartbreak. My own kids grew up hearing much of the same, and now that they are young adults, I am thankful for the bond that brings us together. Being a Sox fan is all about the shared passion that closes generation gaps. Curse of the Bambino? To me, it's always been a blessing in disguise.
Phyllis Severance-Phillips, Williston, Vt.
My dad was born in the Bronx in 1918 and lived his entire life in New York City. As an avid, lifelong Yankees fan, he hoped he'd never see the Red Sox win a World Series. Dad passed away in November 2003. On the night he died, I realized that at least that dream had come true for him. While I miss Dad dearly, this lifelong Yankees fan takes some solace in realizing my father was spared the pain of living through this postseason.
Mike Altieri, Prairie Village, Kans.
The Nov. 1 issue had no article on the Red Sox' coming back from 0--3 to beat the Yankees 4--3! Oh sure, it was mentioned in passing in the World Series coverage and also in the LIFE OF REILLY, but the biggest choke in baseball history deserves at least one article devoted completely to that topic. This is why America loves to hate the Yankees, and all other New York teams: They get undeserved publicity for even minimal accomplishments, yet hardly even a mention when they gag big time.
Charles Rees, New Orleans
Like Steve Rushin (AIR AND SPACE, Nov. 1), I would love to hear again the true sounds of sports. Unfortunately, what is often missing is the exquisite sound of silence. My ear for the game is assaulted by a never-ending cacophony of loud and louder music. Has our entire society been afflicted with attention deficit disorder?
Michael J. Strone, Harrison, N.Y.
Two sounds Rushin left out: the satisfying thwock of a tennis ball hitting the sweet spot of a racket--especially on a quiet Sunday morning--and the swoosh upon opening a new can of tennis balls.
Phil Krause, Dallas
As a 30-year junior high school basketball coach, the most beautiful sound to me is what I hear as I walk into the building for practice: 15 to 20 basketballs being dribbled on a wooden floor. It's also the sound I will miss the most when I retire.
Patrick Hooley, Montrose, Colo.
In addition to North Texas's Jamario Thomas and Oklahoma's Adrian Peterson (INSIDE COLLEGE FOOTBALL, Nov. 1), Michigan's Michael Hart, another true freshman, is among the nation's rushing leaders. His 1,311 yards, eight touchdowns and three consecutive games of more than 200 yards rushing--a first in Michigan history--have ignited what had been a less than stellar running attack for the Wolverines. By the way, he also has 24 catches for 194 yards and another TD. Not bad for a true freshman.
Jeff Ferguson, Wyandotte, Mich.
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