Thanks for the Memories
Thanks for your Where Are They Now? issue (July 2-July 9). It was great to see what the Bad News Bears are up to, but please let Gabriela Sabatini know that no warm-blooded male in his right mind cares if she smells like a rotting banana in a dirty sweat sock. You have my permission to give her my phone number if she doesn't believe you.
DAVE HOADLEY, Plymouth, Minn.
What a great idea! I especially liked the story about Dom DiMaggio. I never realized what a terrific ballplayer he was. It must have been tough to play in the shadows of Ted Williams and brother Joe, but it sounds as if he was and still is a classy gentleman. Here's to you, Dom DiMaggio—hope you make it to the Hall.
ROBERT GLASSBERG, Boca Raton, Fla.
I applaud you for featuring Mark Fidrych. He is what a superstar should be—humble and talented, with a love for the game. It's no wonder that he continues to be a fan favorite in Detroit 20 years after he left baseball.
LARRY SLABOTSKY, Detroit
Tim Layden paints a sad picture of Rick Mount, but his article made me smile. I was 11 in 1970, and I was in Purdue (now Mackey) Arena when the Rocket lit up Iowa for 61 points (still a Big Ten record). If the three-point line had existed, he would have scored more than 70.
MICHAEL R. ADAMS, Bloomington, Ill.
I wasn't particularly interested in knowing where they were then. Why would I want to know where they are now?
DON GHAREEB, Glendale, Ariz.
Are you guys tough or what? You mention Rick Wise for probably the first time in 30 years, and it's bad news. Why not in the same breath also mention one of his great achievements—perhaps the greatest performance in baseball history. Remember? A 1971 4-0 no-hitter against the Reds in which he faced 28 batters, gave up only one walk and also hit two homers.
MARK LONCAR, Honolulu
Fantastic! The Cowboys Cheerleaders look stunning to this day. This was better than the covers of the last five swimsuit issues combined, and unlike many of the athletes on your covers, not one of them has been involved in a contract dispute. Hire those ladies for a cover shoot yearly.
MARK PAPAGEORGIS, Vancouver
Golfer Karrie Webb completes a career Grand Slam and gets a picture and 34 words. You put the 1972 Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders on your cover, and they get an article. What were you thinking? Or shouldn't I ask?
J.J. JENNINGS, Nassau, N.Y.
O.K., here's the deal: Feature cheerleaders, any cheerleaders, on the cover ever again, and you can consider my long-running subscription canceled.
BILLY FAIX, Santa Barbara, Calif.
Jimy's My Leader
As a longtime citizen of Red Sox Nation, I would like to cast a vote of confidence for their maligned manager, Jimy Williams (Hubbub, July 2-July 9). Although he is obviously not the favorite of Dan Duquette and some of the players, Williams has consistently done more with less than any manager in my memory. The Sox have been competitive every year since 1998, and he has scraped together a winning team in spite of injury and dissension. Regardless of whether Jimy is the manager when the curse is finally reversed, he deserves better than he is receiving from the organization.
STEVE PAUL, Wyncote, Pa.