What was on William Leggett's mind when he wrote A Dying Team Screams for Help (May 16)? To see how much he could run the Yankees down? With all that talk about how bad the Yankee organization is and what is in store for them in the future, I would like to remind Leggett that, regardless of what the Yanks look like now, no other team will ever attain the same high degree of year-after-year championship baseball. I hope the Yankees bounce back and cause all the other teams to cry like they used to! Then you would really have something to hack and cough about. Yankees forever!
Rio Dell, Calif.
The Yankees are down now, but don't be naive enough to count them out!
You will probably receive at least nine vituperative letters for every one that agrees with Leggett's sentiments. Yankee fans, as a breed, tend to be so emotional that they write off all opposition as mere jealousy. Any sane Yankee hater will admit some envy at the core. But it goes much deeper than that. We were nauseated that for a quarter of a century they retained that master of the myth of invincibility, Mel Allen. We despised the business image of the brass, and we just didn't take to the idea of being treated as dirt by their contemptuous ushers! Our era began on a Sunday in October 1963, when lugubrious Mel, with tears in his voice, wrapped up the fourth and final game of the World Series. Even in our finest hour, humiliated Yankee fans rebuffed our jibes with echoes of ancient glory. Now that's all they have, and we're exultant.
Hooray for Bill Leggett!
During the recently completed National Hockey League season, I thought I noticed more articles on hockey than there had been the year before, and your LETTER FROM THE PUBLISHER (May 16) confirmed this. I congratulate SI on its new policy, and I can assure you that television will add tremendously to the popularity of hockey throughout the country.
I must, however, disagree with your views on fights and brawls during hockey games. I think most people enjoy watching the players roughing it up and at certain times this is necessary, particularly when one player is hanging on to another and holding him and hooking him as Bryan Watson did to Bobby Hull in the Stanley Cup semifinals. As you said, as soon as Montreal had defused Superpest, he was no longer effective.
"It's bigger than bingo" (May 16), is it? It sure is, and bowling is also bigger than baseball, basketball, football, golf, hockey, tennis, track and field, hunting and fishing. It is much bigger than automobile racing, boating, boxing, curling, and lacrosse. Granted it doesn't draw as a spectator sport, but bowling must be about the No. 1 participant sport in the country. For countless weeks I have followed your magazine, fruitlessly seeking information on my favorite sport. At last, four whole pages. And what happens? You've made a joke of it.
Your attitude toward bowling (as reflected by Artist Marc Simont's portrayal of male bowlers as gorillas and female bowlers as kooks in stretch pants) is a gratuitous insult to the 40 million Americans who take part regularly in this fascinating and frustrating sport.
I have always found SI to be a highly entertaining, informative source of vicarious enjoyment of the fascinating world of sport and recreation. You reconfirmed my delight with your humorous spoof of bowling.
Fortunately, the world of bowling can laugh at itself, and I hope the game never loses that unique ability. Beyond their humor, the drawings brought home a bowling fact of which we in the industry are proud—that the game provides an exciting appeal and challenge to people of all ages and physical capacities.
J. F. URBANEK
President, Bowling Division,