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Edited by Steve Wulf
June 15, 1987
A FOUNDATION FOR REFORM
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June 15, 1987

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P's Rambling had a career record of 31 wins, 4 seconds and 3 fourths in 41 starts, but that hardly tells the story. On Jan. 24 he broke the 13-year-old world record for three-eighths of a mile. His clocking of 36.43 seconds meant that he was traveling more than 37 miles an hour. But the Ram also ran into some hard luck this year. His 11-race winning streak was stopped at Hollywood Greyhound Track on Feb. 20, when he was badly bumped. On April 4 in his last start, he broke his right ankle early in a race at Hollywood but still went on to win by three lengths.

When the Ram arrived at Connick's kennels last year, he and the trainer's wife, Dolores, hit it off right away. "It was just one of those things," says Mrs. Connick. "I'm afraid I've spoiled him rotten. I give him vanilla wafers, which he eats like candy, and sometimes we take a nap together. He loves my husband, too, and I really think that's why he raced so hard."

P's Rambling is not yet a sire, but he has already left a legacy to greyhound racing. Because of his success, trainers everywhere are feeding their dogs vanilla wafers.

HANG 'EM UP TIME

P's Rambling wasn't the only fine athlete who retired last week. Ken Anderson called it quits after 16 seasons as a quarterback with the Cincinnati Bengals, and the Raiders' Ray Guy retired after 14 years and 1,049 punts. Their announced departures were not greeted with a lot of fanfare, but then Anderson and Guy were never ones to seek the spotlight.

Anderson, who came out of small Augustana College in 1971, was a cool, analytical quarterback with an amazingly accurate arm. He leaves the game with four NFL passing records, a Player of the Year award from the Bengals' 1981 Super Bowl season and the universal respect of his teammates and opponents. In paying tribute to Anderson, broadcaster Bob Trumpy, a former Bengals tight end, recalled playing the 1974 season with a serious injury to his left elbow. "I couldn't button my shirt, and I couldn't brush my hair," said Trumpy. "I had about 15 degrees mobility in my elbow. Ken knew about it, and he'd throw to where I could bend my arm and catch it. That's how accurate he was. It was like he was saying, 'I know you can't catch with your left hand, so I'll take care of it.' And he did. I probably owe him that one year of my career."

Guy was selected to the Pro Bowl seven times and retires with 44,493 yards of punts, the third-highest total in history, behind Jerrel Wilson (46,139) and Dave Jennings (45,123 and still active). He was the first punter ever drafted in the first round—in 1973 out of Southern Mississippi—and while he wanted to play defensive back, Raider owner Al Davis saw him punt and said, "I'll kill the first man who lets him on the field." Guy's punts were so high that in 1977 Bum Phillips, then the Oilers' coach, swiped one of his punted footballs and had it checked for the presence of helium. "I can still remember the AFC championship game in San Diego in 1981," said Raider coach Tom Flores. ''We're on our own 30-yard line, Ray kicks it out of bounds inside their 10. That's where he was aiming. He's probably the best ever."

THE PUNTER MADE A PASS
Sean Landeta, the 25-year-old bachelor punter for the New York Giants, was celebrating at the Super Bowl victory party last January when a female guest caught his eye. "I asked for her phone number," says Landeta, "and she gave me her business card." Landeta tried without success to find her when he was in Miami. He kept the card, though, and checked it again when Gary Hart withdrew from the presidential race. Yes, sports fans, the card said DONNA RICE, WYETH LABORATORIES.

A FORE THOUGHT
Some phys-ed students at William Penn High, an inner-city school in York, Pa., were asked to write a brief description of golf. Here is the assessment of one 12th-grade girl: "All I know about golf is it's boring, but you have to put the ball on the tee and hit that sucker as hard as you can 'cause that hole's mighty far. Only rich people play this stupid, boring game."

THEIR CUP RUNNETH ALL OVER

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