Wow! I didn't think a medium other than a video or a sound track could give me chills, but E.M. Swift's portrayal of the Flyers (The Flyers Forever, Oct. 12) sure proved me wrong.
I found myself reliving my childhood in Wilmington, Del. (19 miles from the Spectrum), when the Flyers stormed to two straight Stanley Cup titles. I recall carving the Flyers' names and jersey numbers in my sixth-grade notebooks, playing street hockey until dark every day while pretending to be Bernie Parent or Rick MacLeish and staying up past my bedtime to hear Gene Hart count down the final seconds of another one-goal victory. Thanks for giving your readers the chance to appreciate the good, hardworking Flyers that I have always known, not the Broad Street Bullies who seem to be imprinted on the minds of too many others.
Philadelphia is a city rich in historical significance for our nation, but the Flyers are what make me proud to be a native Philadelphian.
RANDY J. MANILOFF
State College, Pa.
Thank you for the fine article on the Flyers, especially the part about Barry Ashbee, my first hockey hero.
Nowhere is the first-class nature of the Flyer organization more apparent than in the way it runs its American Hockey League affiliate, the Hershey Bears. In the 20 years I have followed the Bears (who, by the way, are celebrating their 50th anniversary), I have never seen another parent team show as much concern for life down on the farm.
Camp Hill, Pa.
FOOD FOR TIGERS
I thoroughly enjoyed your Oct. 5 issue, especially the article on those highflying Blue Jays (Birds on the Wing). Maybe Peter Gammons, obviously an expert in the field of ornithology, would like a recipe for crow. I have one he's sure to enjoy.
Start with a ball club ( Detroit) that has seasoned veterans and fresh rookies, add one sage pitcher ( Doyle Alexander) who goes 9-0 with a 1.53 ERA for the team, stir in 225 home runs and 840 runs batted in and let simmer until the mixture blows the lid off of the American League East.
Bon app�tit, Peter.