W.C. Heinz is a man who has confronted ail that life has given him the only way he knows how—deep into the late rounds.
—TED STRICKLETT, Omaha
An Eloquent Man
Your story on sportswriter W.C. Heinz by Jeff MacGregor took my breath away (Heavyweight Champion of the Word, Sept. 25). I'll be going to the library today to check out Heinz's stuff. The excerpt from "Death of a Racehorse" brought tears to my eyes.
MARY MCCLOSKEY, Oak Park, Ill.
For years I've been entertained, enlightened and infuriated by SI, but never have I been as moved as I was by your profile of Heinz. This is sportswriting worthy of its subject.
WILL ALLISON, Indianapolis
I'm sure some readers were enthralled with the homage to Heinz. I wasn't one of them. Sportswriters aren't the story. They've been creeping into the story, and the creepage is permissible when it's a part of skillful lampooning at the hands of Rick Reilly or Steve Rushin. No more features, please. Keep athletes and competitions front and center.
JULIAN FRIEND, Bedford, Texas
Thanks to Rick Reilly for his heartbreaking, beautifully written essay about Glory Alozie and the late Hyginus Anayo Anugo (THE LIFE OF REILLY, Sept. 25). Reilly's last paragraph, which told of Glory's having to suddenly run "unattached," seared me indelibly. Her courage and pain are one thing from these Olympics that I will carry with me forever.
MICHAEL GREEN, Phoenix
The craft and sensitivity that Reilly displayed in honoring Alozie's loss during what should have been the high point of her young life touched me. I have never had to do anything remotely as difficult as what she faces. Bless her.
KEN ROBINS, Big Sur, Calif.
As a University of Portland soccer fan, I'm glad the world is finally recognizing Tiffeny Milbrett's dynamic style of play (Mighty Mite, Sept. 25). She's sometimes feisty but has a good heart. I recall sitting behind her at a Portland men's soccer game. She'd invited a young cancer patient to sit with her. Her attentive-ness to the youngster was an inspiration. I'm happy she's been given the chance to shine.
BARBARA CHASE, Edmonds, Wash.
As an undersized 11-year-old, my daughter has been an admirer of the play of Milbrett, but perhaps Tiffeny, whose moniker is No Tact Tiff and who is a self-described bloody f——— American, should look in the mirror instead of blaming Nike or Gatorade for not selecting her as a spokesperson. Given her demeanor, it's no wonder that companies aren't anxious for her to represent them. Her attitude may help her on the field, but it disappoints those of us who appreciate her athletic abilities.
TOBY JOPLIN, Owasso, Okla.
I find it hard to believe that members of the U.S. men's basketball team were true Olympians (Still Dreaming, Sept. 25). The fact that some of them even considered skipping the opening ceremonies for reasons other than having to compete the next day was absurd.
ALEXI SURETTE, Winston-Salem, N.C.
On Sept. 23 I took my son and his friend to fulfill their dream of seeing the Dream Team play at the Olympics. After the game we waited an hour at the team's bus hoping for autographs. My son and his friend were the only fans there, but when the players appeared and were asked for autographs, they ignored the boys. They then sat on the bus for 10 minutes before it left. This arrogant behavior from so-called ambassadors of the U.S. made me feel ashamed to be an American citizen.
LUKE SIMKINS, Sydney