After enjoying Rick Reilly's "Heavenly Hundred" (POINT AFTER, May 22), I envisioned this reply from Above:
We got your numbers Stop An error noted at 83 Stop Nehemiah helped the 49ers over a few hurdles but nothing compared to the electrifying accomplishments of John Jefferson of the Chargers Stop Don't you remember all that lightning Stop JJ gets 83 Stop You get 100 for a great job otherwise Stop
Sorry Stop Big mistake Stop Number 21 belongs to the Great One Stop Roberto Clemente Period
With all due respect to Jack Nicklaus and his caddie, I can't imagine your choosing a caddie over the greatest basketball player ever to wear number 1, Oscar Robertson.
Not even honorable mention for Stan Musial at number 6? Reilly needs divine intervention here. For heaven's sake, where is Mean Joe Greene, number 75? Reilly left out the heart and soul of a Steeler team from which he selected Bradshaw, Blount, Webster, Lambert. Ham, Greenwood and Swann.
If there are going to be that many Steelers in Heaven, I don't want to go.
Reilly chose to honor Terry Bradshaw with number 12, citing his four Super Bowl rings, but I'll take Joe Namath with his one ring. Namath's then unheard-of $428,000 rookie contract in 1965 changed the entire salary structure of two professional leagues. By guaranteeing a victory and then defeating the supposedly invincible Baltimore Colts in the 1969 Super Bowl, he gave the NFL-AFL merger instant credibility, thus leading to the NFL as we know it today. Besides, Namath with two bum knees was far more electrifying and dangerous than Bradshaw.
Albertson, N. Y.
With all due respect to Ernie Banks (Mr. Cub), number 14 belongs to Pete Rose, if he is cleared of gambling charges, or to four-time Indianapolis 500 champion A.J. Foyt.
Number 30 should go to golfing great Bobby Jones, who won the Grand Slam in 1930.
North Olmsted, Ohio