Revolting! That's the only word that describes the article written by Eddie Stanky with William Leggett (Better from the Neck Up, Aug. 28). Eddie Stanky doesn't deserve to win the pennant. He must be very insecure about winning it, for if he wasn't he wouldn't have to lash out at the other clubs. Do you ever hear Mayo Smith or Dick Williams say such things? No. Because they have confidence in their players. "Stinky" Stanky has a very negative attitude. Up until about two weeks ago I felt that if the Detroit Tigers could not win the pennant the White Sox could, but now my outlook has changed.
RUTH D. MCLEAN
As a loyal Detroit Tiger fan, I was not particularly pleased to read Joe Sparma's recent remark that he would like to throw one of his fast balls at Chicago White Sox Manager Eddie Stanky. But after reading Stanky's so-called "side of the controversies," I feel compelled to make one suggestion: pop him twice, Joe—once for you and once for me!
DAVID L. BURTON
I am one of a group of baseball fans whose era dates back to the turn of this century. We have seen innumerable players come and go, and a few advance to managerial status such as Eddie Stanky. When he played on the Brooklyn Dodgers, Stanky was labeled The Brat by some of the fans of that time—not because they regarded him a mean or dirty player, but because of his penchant for taking violent exceptions to umpires' decisions, throwing his cap down three to four times in front of them while kicking the dirt up around them. But we recognized that The Brat, so-called, knew baseball and played it hard. So we have followed with particular interest the progress of the White Sox since he became manager two years ago. After reading the splendid down-to-earth baseball article by him with William Leggett, we have remarked among ourselves: the erstwhile Brat has come a long, long way—and we are distinctly glad of it.
G. M. W. KOBB�
New York City
Bratman does it again! The "Great One" psyched himself and his 25 lovable ballplayers out of first place in the American League. He also psyched the "All-Star from the neck down" ( Yastrzemski) to hit two home runs to win the deciding game of the recent five-game Boston- Chicago series.
Stanky and his ballplayers should be playing soccer where they can use their heads for something besides getting headaches. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
WILLIAM H. MURRAY
Perhaps Carl Yastrzemski is an All-Star from the neck down and perhaps the Chicago White Sox are All-Stars from the neck up, but it is obvious that Mr. Stanky is an All-Star only in that area between his nose and chin.
New Haven, Conn.
After having read Eddie Stanky's (and William Leggett's) literary masterpiece, I am very proud to be a grade-A fan of the Chicago White Sox. One half of my 16 years have been devoted to rooting for the White Sox, but my loyalty to the Sox was increased 100% by the hiring of Mr. Stanky. He is my idea of the ideal man, a man of honesty and independence. Eddie Stanky may lack qualities that are employed to impress people—such as fine polish and tact—but are they really important? Not in my book.
Mr. Stanky has converted the so-called "dull" Chicago White Sox into one of the most exciting teams in baseball. He has proved that a club can win without the benefit of 25 muscular bodies but not without the benefit of 25 alert minds.
It's time people realize that Eddie Stanky is more than the controversial manager of the Chicago White Sox; he is a great credit to the game of baseball.
JOHN F. HETH
Clarks Summit, Pa.
A loudmouth baseball manager ( Stanky) who specializes in taking cheap shots at nearly everyone, a bad-boy corner back (Sample) who can't stay out of fights, and a Black Muslim draft dodger (Clay) who may well end up in jail.