Big Deal! So Elbert Joseph Coffman spent a weekend drinking and dashing about Texas so that he could see no less than four football games (The Disciples of St. Darrell on a Wild Weekend, Nov. 11).
I can just hear him now, pushing his patient wife to get things organized so that he could get to the ball game on time; so that he could make all sorts of raucous remarks at the ball game; so that he could rip off to the next city to catch a lot of beers and a few bleary-eyed glimpses of the opposing teams—ad infinitum. Yuk!
Please don't misunderstand me. I couldn't care less if Big Joe got stoned from Friday through Sunday but, please, don't bother to tell me and 180 million other people about it.
FRED W. PULVER JR.
That big Texas weekend brought back pleasant memories for me. Everything was just as Dan Jenkins depicted it. TU-OU weekend must be the wildest weekend in the country, anytime, anywhere. The three games played in Dallas over the weekend added up to as much excitement as I have ever seen on the gridiron. I might add to the article by saying that the Oklahoma fans must have been wary of things to come, because downtown Friday night I heard from only a handful of Sooner fans. The entire area was a boisterous "Hook 'em Horns."
By the way, Nasty Jack doesn't have a whole lot on me. I hitchhiked the 800 miles from Peoria to Dallas in 23 hours and I'd do it over and over for a few more weekends like that one.
How refreshing to see a story completely devoted to the fan. That Joe and Mary Sue Coffman can sit next to me and share my flask anytime.
Montgomery City, Mo.
NO ROOM AT THE TOP
We suppose a chap named Whitney Tower is entitled to a flight of fancy now and then, but not to such dizzy heights as he attained in his article, Move Over, Man o' War (Nov. 11).
He bases his premise on faulty mathematics: Man o' War won 20 races in 21 starts to average 95%. Kelso has won 31 races in 45 starts to average 69%. The amount of money a horse wins "is as chaff which the wind blows away," and being Horse of the Year for four years, great as it is, compares feebly with being Horse of the Century.
There is no room on the top of Big Red's totem pole for the likes of Kelso, fine as he is; for Big Red will still be king when Kelso, Tom Fool, Armed, Citation, Whirlaway, Nashua, Native Dancer, Swaps, Gallant Fox, Equipoise, Exterminator, Alsab, War Admiral, Count Fleet, Round Table and Carry Back (a dead pigeon now) are all forgotten.
Man o' War, Jim Thorpe, Honus Wagner, Ty Cobb are not there to be beaten, but to serve as criteria for all other competitors.
HERBERT H. CAHOON