Either the Orioles are the greatest team in the history of baseball or the National League simply is not as good as some people would have us believe.
JOHN P. GREENSPAN
Great! As a member of RPI's Class of 1964, which was the only one to go completely winless all four years, I found Herman Weiskopf's article on RPI football (Supermice of Another Troy, Oct. 3) most welcome. Certainly last year's victory left a lot of people in a state of disbelief, including me. I'm glad, too, that Mr. Weiskopf rioted that Rensselaer has the best undergraduate engineering around. Too often this fact is pushed into the background.
I must correct one wrong impression, however. I can't remember finding many people studying hard on weekends at RPI.
Your article on Rensselaer could have been written 50 years ago. I was a member of the 1915 team, which nearly spoiled the record by winning one game 9-0 over Worcester Tech. But we made up for that slight lapse by losing to Colgate 107-0 and Rutgers 96-0.
We played football, not to win—obviously, we hadn't a chance—but because we liked the game, and there was the spirit of Rensselaer. In practice scrimmage we never had two full teams. Bumps and batterings received and delivered in games were joyful releases from books, labs and drawing boards. I still can feel the happy crash of throwing a block or making a tackle. By the way, I weighed 145 and I was not the lightest man on the team.
EDWARD M. WALES
Sierra Madre, Calif.
As co-captains of the 1966 RPI football team, we honestly feel that the addition of one word, i.e., "challenge," and the deletion of just one word, "indifferent," could have made the article more reflective of our feelings concerning football at Rensselaer. Certainly Coach Riendeau is not a defeatist. When he took the job after being told that there was no chance the team would ever play .500 ball, he accepted the challenge of molding a better-than-.500 ball club—which we feel he has done in less than four years. We play football because there is a challenge and because, no matter what happens on any one Saturday afternoon, a new challenge will be there the following week.
Although the engineering talents of RPI football players have not yet been successfully applied on the gridiron, the RPI cheering section has been successful in adapting classroom techniques to the sidelines. Witness the E[x] (pronounced e to the x) cheer structurally designed to impel the Engineers to victory:
Cosine, secant, tangent, sine
Square root, cube root
Log of pi
I read your October 3 article. Two Hulls Make Twice as Much Wreckage, about the first world multihull championship, with rising indignation. If one would believe what your man has written. Little Neck Bay resembled Pearl Harbor at noon, December 7, 1941. The multihull boat has a hard enough time to gain acceptance without such ridicule as you printed. True, the turnout was low and the winds were high, but what would have been wrong with giving Victor Tchetchet, Bob Harris and the rest of the race committee some credit? These people went out of their way to stage a multihull event when not many others would.
You also ignored the handicap and the fact that Wildwind was third in the corrected-time standings. What about the fellow who won the regatta, Walt Hall in a Shearwater? From your description of the races I think my wife and I must have been lucky to finish fourth without just disintegrating.