The problem isn't the length of baseball games, It's that Rick Reilly has the attention span of a five-year-old.
—JOHN OSTER, New Haven, Conn.
Old Stars Shine
Your SCORECARD item headlined "Preretirement Homes" (Oct. 16) showed that superstars' stats often suffer when they go from being one team's icon to another's prized antique, but that's not the whole story. You don't mention what it means for people to be able to honor those athletes at the end of their careers. I went to Tiger Stadium with my dad to see Henry Aaron as he was finishing his career with the Brewers. Before the game I spent time near Milwaukee's dugout, hoping for a closer glimpse of the greatest baseball player ever. I didn't get Aaron's autograph, but I got the chance to see him play. That was thrill enough. Now I'll make sure my son, Hunter, gets a chance to see Patrick Ewing.
Muscle Shoals, Ala.
Glued to the Tube
Now I know why I watch major league baseball on TV for no longer than 10 minutes at a stretch (THE LIFE OF REILLY, Oct. 16). Rick Reilly covered it so succinctly. All that time-consuming posturing, scratching, cap-tugging, chewing and spitting is dreadful. We don't commit enough sins to deserve that.
JOE TEELEY, Ellensburg, Wash.
I didn't have any sick yaks to milk, but I was so bored with playoff baseball that I opted to watch VH1's 100 Greatest Dance Songs instead. Even disco hits from the 1970s were more entertaining. This comes from a Cubs fan who once cut out the pages of his French textbook to smuggle a radio into school to listen to World Series games (which obviously did not feature his favorite team).
TIM TERCHEK, Wilmette, Ill.
Reilly nailed it when he called televised baseball games boring. Who could enjoy watching Roger Clemens at age 38 strike out 15 batters in a playoff game? How boring is it to watch Timo Perez come from nowhere and help carry the Mets with his bat, glove and speed? Jim Edmonds? Alex Rodriguez? Coma-inducing.
DAN KARSON, Mamaroneck, N.Y.
Reilly complains that the playoff game he watched on television took more than three hours to play but included only 12 minutes, 22 seconds of action. That's a strange argument coming from somebody who writes so passionately about golf.
DAVID ABRAMOWICZ, Amherst, Mass.
Sitting in the hot sun in the bleachers for more than three hours is worse than baseball on TV. At least I sit in a comfortable chair and get a cold drink anytime I want.
RAY PRESTON, Davie, Fla.
After such an attack on our national pastime, I hope Reilly has no upcoming assignments on the Constitution, the Statue of Liberty or my mom's apple pie.
JOSH HALL, Terre Haute, Ind.
Take It to the Next Level
Steve Rushin deserves a pat on the back, a standing O for his article on clich�s (AIR AND SPACE, Oct. 16). Though he started off slowly, got stuck in a rut and made a few wrong turns, he eventually recovered, made some adjustments, got it going and kicked it into high gear. He's the cat's meow, a swell guy, one of a kind, one in a million, A-number-one!
BOB SELCOE, Cypress, Texas
I thought Rushin really stepped up; he obviously had his game face on. The bottom line is he hit the nail on the head and hit the ball out of the park with his dead-on analysis.
GARY BRADT, Greensboro, N.C.