Letters

ONE DAY IN BASEBALL
I picked up your July 6 issue and couldn't put it down. It was a veritable feast for the baseball connoisseur. The pictures and descriptions captured the spirit of America's pastime. Congratulations to Bill Smith for a fantastic cover photo. There is no place quite like the friendly confines of Wrigley Field!
PETE BECKER
Lombard, Ill.

One Day in Baseball reaches beyond the box scores and transcends the personalities in our national pastime. And what does it find? People. Baseball is still a game for the people and by the people. Thank you.
JACK TYSON
Director of Publications
Atlanta Braves

Easily the greatest issue of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED ever published—and that takes in a lot of issues.
JOHN J. NIXON
Huntington Woods, Mich.

The stories! The photography! The warmth! Nothing will ever top this issue!
MACE FUHR
Los Angeles

The photography was so clear and expressive I could almost hear the cheers of the fans, smell the hot dogs and taste the cold beer. I have just one question: Is it considered sacrilege for Fredbird to eat Chicken McNuggets?
KRISTIN ROBERTSON
Salem, Ore.

Undoubtedly, the fans in Chicago are cheering, the fans in Boston are smiling and the fans in Milwaukee are happy. But there is still no joy in Brooklyn. It's time to right the wrong of the century. Bring back baseball to Brooklyn!
ROBERT G. ZEIG
Executive Director
Brooklyn Sports Foundation

The scoreboard at Wrigley Field has to be the best of any in the major leagues, with the inning-by-inning scores of National and American League games adding yet another element of enjoyment for those fortunate enough to view America's game inside that lovely old ballpark. However, I could not help but notice the exclusion of the Detroit-Baltimore game in your cover photo. Just out of curiosity, whenever there's a full slate of games, how do the Cubs determine which American League game to omit from their scoreboard?
EDWARD D. BRICKLEY
Winchester, Mass.

?According to Tom Cooper, the Cubs' director of stadium operations, that decision is left to the discretion of the scoreboard operators.—ED.

CATCHING FOULS
If Lee Miller's chance of getting a foul ball was less than one tenth of 1% (ON THE SCENE, July 6), then I would like to know what odds I recently beat. On July 12, 1986, I took my daughter to her first Giants game. That afternoon I snared my first foul ball. Twenty-five years of futility and I get my first foul ball on her first big league visit!

On June 27 of this year, my good luck charm and I attended her second Giants game. In the top of the ninth, the Astros' Glenn Davis fouled one straight back our way. My instincts took over and, as if in slow motion, I made a bare-handed catch, triumphantly shooting both fists skyward.