You are all opinionated asses, and I'll bet you never broadcast a baseball game in your life.
P. W. SWING
HIT AND MISS
I doubt that you would allude to the National Anthem as a former English drinking song or to "My country, 'tis of thee" as a pirated foreign melody. Therefore, why throw in the gratuitous remark that a certain line from a poignant antiwar ballad is from a "pseudo folk song" (SCORECARD, Oct. 26)? It is to the credit of a popular folk group that they recorded it, and a credit to the country that it became a hit. As a music teacher, I'd be interested in learning exactly what you think makes a folk song.
The year and venue of the different Olympic Games are usually remembered by their star performers. Examples: Helsinki 1952, Zatopek; Berlin 1936, Owens. This year's star performer must undoubtedly be New Zealand's Peter Snell—I know he will emerge as your Sportsman of 1964, and I have great pleasure in nominating him for that honor.
I have in mind one whom I consider to be an ideal Sportsman of the Year. No doubt you are already considering him. Bill Bradley. Certainly an excellent basketball player, but more than that a mature, humble, hardworking student.
BUNDLE FOR BRITAIN
As one of England's few baseball fans and a keen soccer follower, I was especially interested in Jack Olsen's article Six Dreary Days—Then Saturday (Oct. 12). He caught the atmosphere of English football wonderfully, but he was rather lenient with the game on one or two points. First, of the 92 teams only a handful make a profit, the rest are subsidized by local businessmen and supporter clubs. Second, attendance overall has been dropping steadily in the last few years, and the clubs have few ideas on how to combat this. For instance, only one team, Coventry, employs a PR man and he was hired only this season.
My suggestion is that Mr. Bill Veeck, instead of wasting his time and energies on unheeding baseball owners, should come to England, where soccer is ripe for the inimitable Veeck touch. He could purchase a good franchise easily, and his gate promotion technique, which set attendance records in Cleveland and Chicago, would be an eye-opener here.
England awaits the exploding scoreboard!
In reference to your recent article on bicycle endurance runs (SCORECARD, Oct. 26), the Bulldogs have nothing on the Tar Heels. After 3� days of dedicated training and adherence to a strictly collegiate diet of hamburgers and beer, our man D. Saum, strapped to his velocipede, completed a run of 1,833 sprints around an elliptical track measuring 29 feet 6 inches in circumference. IRATE fans (International Racing Association of Tricycle Enthusiasts) will be happy to hear he broke the old record of 20:34.03 by more than five minutes. Saum's elapsed time for the course was 15:32.18. He would have gone for 2,000 laps, but the bell rang for his next class. Wait until he gets in shape; one Tar Heel is worth 10 Bulldogs!
W. W. TOMFORD
Chapel Hill, N.C.
In re your statement (SI, Oct. 26) that the Yankees' firing of Yogi Berra "may have been the worst blunder in public relations by any club in baseball history," you err. When it comes to Lower Slobbovian manners, no one can take the front seat from our Horace Stoneham.