Letters

Traveling Violation
Please, SI readers in the Bay Area, call your local police, sheriff and highway patrol about Gilbert Arenas and his 345-horsepower, 5,500-pound Cadillac Escalade (SCORECARD, Nov. 5) so they can impound the vehicle and suspend Airhead's license before he hurts himself, his friends, pedestrians and/or other drivers with excessive sound-pressure levels and dangerous driver distractions.
Robert Travis, San Antonio

Arenas should learn the lesson mat owners of sports franchises have missed: Just because you can afford to buy something doesn't mean that you should.
Dan Heinzerling, Dallas

You got a couple of items in SCORECARD mixed up. This Week's Sign of the Apocalypse should have been Gilbert Arenas's SUV. How better to announce the end of civilization as we know it than with 5,000 watts of rap blaring down the street?
James Olski, Appleton, Wis.

Unhappy Valley
You couldn't even put together a few sentences about beloved Joe Paterno and his record-setting 324th victory? Only a few weeks after most of the nation had written off Penn State, the amazing JoePa guided the Nittany Lions to a second straight victory as underdogs. Shame on you for neglecting to include in your magazine one of the greatest moments in collegiate sports history.
Daniel Matos, University Park, Pa.

Temporary Insanity
As a loyal Red Sox fan, I finally found the reason for my strange, out-of-place support for the Yankees in this year's World Series. It was "Wet Behind the Ears" (THE LIFE OF REILLY, Nov. 5) that enlightened me: Four years of existence versus 26 world titles; swimming pool in the bleachers versus Yankee Stadium? Diamondbacks pinstripes, please! Thanks, Rick, I thought I was losing it.
David Brennan, West Springfield, Mass.

The Literal Truth
I literally just finished reading Steve Rushin's article and had to write (AIR AND SPACE, Nov. 5). O.K., that's not true. I read the article and literally scoured the pages of your magazine for your e-mail address. O.K., that's not true either. I flipped a few pages and located it. I did, however, find the article to be literally hilarious. Now could you have him address the 110%, 150% and 200% effort that athletes give in pursuit of victory? I have participated in many sports in my 46 years, have always given 100% and usually come up short. Did I not try hard enough? If I had given 110% or 200%, would I have made it to the big time? Please let me know where I failed.
Eddie Kemp, Jackson, Miss.

Rushin's column was a phenomenal way to teach my fifth-grade students the difference between literal and figurative language. I could literally see the lightbulbs flash over their heads.
Michael Britt, Casper, Wyo.

While reading Rushin's "Literally Clueless," I metaphorically busted a gut, and my sides figuratively split. Thank you, Mr. Rushin, for shedding light on what is, literally, the most annoying aspect of athlete-speak.
Eleanor Marquis, Scottsdale, Ariz.

Apparently, Steve ran out of things to write about. I found it literally hard to read.
Vinny Micucci, Smithtown, N.Y.

Not the Reader's Choice
With baseball winding down, basketball and hockey starting up and football at the height of its season, how can you waste 11 pages on the most uncouth, belligerent sociopath that the boxing world has seen in years (The Chosen One, Nov. 5)? Zab Judah makes Mike Tyson look like a choirboy.
Richard D. Ashmore, Richardson, Texas