Contrary to popular belief, all professional football linemen are not out to maim enemy quarterbacks. In the Baltimore- Detroit tie on Thanksgiving Day, the Lions' Alex Karras broke through at one point and had Colt Quarterback Johnny Unitas at his mercy. "I think I could have hurt him if I hit him hard," Karras said later, "but all I wanted to do was get to him and stop him from throwing the ball. I like Unitas because he never complains, and I'd hate to think anyone in this league would take a cheap shot at him. I know I wouldn't."
Jim Hartman of the NCAA Swimming Rules Committee, a coach at Denver's Lincoln High, has won the Chuck Garrity Trophy as local swimming coach of the year. The trophy is named after
Sports Editor Chuck Garrity. Chuck Garrity cannot swim.
CARBO'S GHOST WALKS AGAIN
The California Athletic Commission made a timely move in calling attention to the background of those who direct the ring affairs of Ernie Terrell, the World Boxing Association's heavyweight champion. For Terrell now looms as the only logical opponent to meet Cassius ( Muhammad Ali) Clay in the true champion's next appearance. But, as the commission pointed out, Terrell should not be allowed to do so with Bernie Glick-man in his camp as "adviser" (euphemism for manager) or in any other capacity. Glickman was long an intimate of Frankie Carbo, the underworld czar of prizefighting, and of Blinky Palermo, the czar's adjutant—both now in prison. He admitted as much to the late Senator Kefauver's committee when it was investigating criminal influence in boxing.
We do not hold that prizefighters with criminal records should be barred from the ring solely for that reason, any more than we feel that membership in an esoteric and unpopular sect calls for banishment. But domination of the sport by criminals, or by those who associate with criminals or front for them, is quite another matter. As it now stands, that is exactly what might happen if Terrell, by luck or competence, beats Clay.
Here is a chance for the WBA to regain at least a modicum of its long-lost prestige. It has the power to strip Terrell of the title it conferred on him unless he divests himself of all questionable associates. Until this happens, no state should permit a Clay-Terrell match.
NOW TALKING FOR THE LAKERS...
Maybe it's the smog, maybe it's the proximity of the make-believe of Hollywood and Disneyland. Whatever it is, in Los Angeles seeing has never seemed adequate enough authority for believing. In sports particularly, Angelenos insist on being able to listen to radio descriptions of whatever they are watching with their own baby blues. Fans at Dodger Stadium would hardly believe that Sandy Koufax was throwing fast balls unless Announcer Vin Scully told them so on their transistors.
But basketball fans attending Los Angeles Laker games in the Sports Arena have been unutterably frustrated because the myriad of steel beams in the roof blocked off radio reception. Laker fans watching the action felt empty and alone and perhaps unloved because they could not hear their wintertime transistor baby, Chick (Golden Throat) Hearn, who is the radio and TV announcer for Laker games. The effusive Hearn, so popular that he ranks third on the Laker payroll, behind only Elgin Baylor and Jerry West, was desperately missed by the unfortunates with tickets and silent transistors.
Supposedly, nothing could be done. The metal-infested roof was said to be an impossible problem. But then a few months ago the dynamic Jack Kent Cooke bought the Lakers, and he set special engineers to work on the matter. After much head scratching, they constructed a 360� antenna outside on the roof to catch the radio signal, and another 360� antenna inside that—oh, the magic of it—beams Golden Throat's voice right down to his courtside neighbors. Now, transistors babbling away at their ears in the grand old Los Angeles tradition, Laker fans listen happily while they're told what they are watching.