A great deal of confused nonsense has come out of the U.S. Lawn Tennis Association meetings in New Orleans, all of it reflecting the frantic concern of that group with preserving the fiction of amateur tennis. President George Barnes released a plan, described as a "bombshell," which advocates something called "quasi-open" tournaments in which amateurs and pros would play side by side but not quite together. On examination, the bombshell turns out to be a mess of shredded white flannel from a Newport memory chest with a pair of old sneaker laces as a fuse. We agree with Barnes only when he says, "It may not be perfect, but it's a thought."
Here's another thought: the players want open tennis; the public wants open tennis; everyone wants open tennis but the USLTA. Get out of the way, gentlemen.
JETS? METS? REBELS?
Mrs. Charles Shipman Payson, the principal stockholder of the New York baseball club that will join the National League in 1962, is looking for a name for her team. She has been flooded with nominations from local fans, and the other day she invited some sportswriters to make a few apt selections. Their choices were: Continentals, Skyliners, Burros, Skyscrapers, Rebels, Bees, NYBs, Mets, Jets and Avengers.
We don't believe any of these will finally be chosen. For one thing, Mrs. Payson is herself something of an expert in this area. She and her brother, John Hay Whitney, are responsible for many of the delightfully imaginative names of the Thoroughbreds in their Greentree Stable. There was a colt by Equipoise out of Goose Egg that Mrs. Payson named Shut Out. Shut Out's colt out of Big Event she named Hall of Fame. At the moment, Mrs. Payson is partial to the name Meadow Larks for her team, since it will eventually play its home games in a new stadium located in New York's Flushing Meadows.
Our unsolicited suggestion is the honored (in New York) name of Giants. The Giants now in San Francisco should by all rights be called Seals—which would please most San Franciscans mightily, if not Owner Horace Stoneham. Perhaps Mrs. Pay-son can arrange to trade one of Green-tree's promising 2-year-olds for the rights to "Giants."
In any event we hope her inclinations toward aptness do not lead her to pick the name Moles, which was suggested for the team by one New Yorker "because they'll be near the bottom anyway."
The first edition of his Future Book on the Kentucky Derby will not be out until March, but Caliente Price-maker Tony Alessio privately offers this appraisal of eligible 3-year-olds: Carry Back 5 to 1; Beau Prince 6 to 1; Captain Fair 8 to 1; Crozier 10 to 1; Gay Landing 15 to 1; Vapor Whirl 15 to 1; Garwol 15 to 1; Guadalcanal, Ambiopoise, Ronnie's Ace, Olden Times, Bowl of Flowers, all 20 to 1; Oak Dandy, On his Metal 30 to 1.