Mike Piazza is a heck of a hitter and entitled to make a business decision, but he should spare us the Joan of Arc self-lamentations.
—Matt Weiss, Pittsburgh
The Piazza Trade
After reading Michael Bamburger's heart-wrenching story (Playin' the Dodger Blues, May 25) about poor Mike Piazza's having his life turned upside down, I could barely eat for two days. It's sad tales like this that remind me why I haven't watched a pro baseball game since the strike.
Greg Keif, Ocala, Fla.
Bamberger got it wrong: Piazza doesn't bleed Dodger blue, he bleeds only Franklin green.
Tony Bridges, Havana, Fla.
Trade of the century? Maybe of the decade but not of the century. Babe Ruth's trade to the Yankees from the Red Sox in 1920—that was the trade of the century.
Norman F. Babbitt, North Grosvenor Dale, Conn.
For most of this century big trades were fun for fans. Deals today are driven by money and are usually depressing for the faithful. The last old-fashioned trade of significant players was probably the Blue Jays' 1990 acquisition of Joe Carter and Roberto Alomar from the Padres in exchange for Fred McGriff and Tony Fernandez.
Eugene Siklos, Toronto
I found Rick Reilly's advice to athletes who are about to turn pro right on the mark (THE LIFE OF REILLY, May 25). If someone wants the respect and fame of being a star, he should show it in the way that he conducts himself.
Layton Shumway, Provo, Utah
If a third of today's athletes would do any of the things on Reilly's list, fans would be ecstatic and would show up in droves.
Paul Millar, Toronto
The simple, humanistic tips that Reilly listed are basic rules by which all of us should live.
Joel E. Rubin, Edison, N.J.
Let's hope that most of the people to whom the advice was directed can read.
Gene Dryden, Sarasota, Fla.
Good article on Bill Romanowski, the Broncos outside linebacker (Taking His Medicine, May 25). Maybe he needs a checkup from the neck up, I don't know, but he's a solid football player and tougher than a $2 steak. I think it is time to give the spitting incident a rest. Romo's motive seemed clear to me: He hawks a loogie at J.J. Stokes, expecting Stokes to swing at him, be spotted by the ref and get ejected. Mission accomplished, except Stokes didn't bite. Sure, Romo's spitting was unsavory and maybe unsportsmanlike, but we're talking football here, not figure skating.
Bud Glismann, Basalt, Colo.