If you like artistic interpretation, watch Debi Thomas or Tiffany Chin. I'll take hockey the way Philly plays it, anytime!
ROBERT J. WHITE
I was one of the judges at the Greg Haugen-Vincent Pazienza fight in Providence on June 7 (Local Boy Makes Good, June 15), and in response to your story I would offer the following comments. Ricardo Bays of North Miami, Fla., and Keith MacDonald of Carson City, Nev., (the other two judges) and I were a very experienced, professional group. We were not, as was suggested, influenced by crowd noise, because we are trained to concentrate only on the contestants for the full three minutes of each round. I was not then, nor would I ever be influenced by the race, color, creed, nationality or religion of any fighter.
Our main objective is to decide a winner in a fair, professional, honest, unbiased manner. We did this on June 7 and found—by identical scores—Pazienza to be a little better than Haugen and, therefore, a unanimous winner in a close, well-fought contest.
CLARK A. SAMMARTINO, D.M.D.
After reading Alexander Wolff's letter to Mr. Gorbachev about the AAU/ USA vs. Soviet Union Senior Boys Basketball tour (Good Show, Comrades, June 1), I was disappointed to find no mention of the fact that the tour was promoted and financed by volunteers from nine local AAU/ USA Boys Basketball Clubs, with no financial aid from any governmental organization. The purpose of the project was "Building American Athletes the American Way."
One footnote: The tour resulted in an agreement with the Soviets for a yearly exchange of teams, subject to the approval of the Amateur Basketball Association of the USA and the AAU.
AAU/Boys Basketball Committee
Little Rock, Ark.
In POINT AFTER (June 1) Ron Fimrite, a Californian, bewailed the use of the term "laid-back" to describe all residents of his state. Fimrite doesn't understand. Californians have long been my idols, and a desire to be considered " California laid-back" permeates my soul.
For me, laid-back has always meant cool, in control, not given to panic or hysteria, unflappable. That's the laid-back type of Californian I admire.
Odd how the guy on the pedestal never seems to know just where he is.
THE REVEREND BEN MOSLEY
On your May 11 cover you featured Reggie Jackson (number 44). On May 18 we saw Isiah Thomas (number 11) and—you sneaky devils, you—Tom Sneva (driving car number 33) up in the righthand corner. On the May 25 cover you gave us a triple double, in reverse order, no less: Eric Davis (44), Larry Bird (33) and Ricky Pierce (22). Just when I was beginning to think I needed glasses, along came Wayne Gretzky (99) on the June I cover and then Bird again on the June 8 issue. On the June 15 cover you varied it a little with double 31s—the Celtics' Fred Roberts and the Lakers' Kurt Rambis—before going back to double digits on June 22 with Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (33).
I know, I know. You didn't plan it that way. I was just...double-checking!
LAWRENCE SCOTT PHILIPS