My compliments to Bil Gilbert for his article Confessions of a Retarded Tiger (June 2). Now I understand why the 1967 Red Sox pennant victory seemed so hollow. Ellis Kinder really hadn't struck out Yogi Berra in the Stadium on the last day of the season to win it. Mel Parnell didn't gain the 3-2 victory, built on back to back doubles in the eighth by Vern Stephens and Bobby Doerr. Those subs won it—Yastrzemski, Lonborg, etc., and they beat out Detroit, for God's sake!
At least Mr. Gilbert saw his Tigers in the World Series. My Red Sox, despite Dom DiMaggio, Pesky, Williams, et al. never did make it. The 1969 version of the Red Sox can take every blasted game from the 1969 Yankees, but to a retarded Bosox fan like myself it will never be as sweet as just one more win in Yankee Stadium—1950 style.
ARTHUR J. SINGER
Bil Gilbert needn't worry his retarded little head about the lack of addicts to replace his generation of fans. Here in Dudley we've got a bunch of fanatics, only it's the Red Sox that we're delirious about. I bat in the name of Carl Yastrzemski, and of course we have a Reggie Smith, a Mike Andrews, a Rico Petrocelli and a couple of Tony Conigliaros. Our enthusiastic broadcaster is not the immortal Harry Heilmann but rather the animated Ken Coleman. We play all the American League teams and I know we'll still be at it at the age of 73, even if we have to get to our roofs in wheelchairs!
A case of Wheaties to Bil Gilbert for his home run of an article. My retardation is for the old Cleveland Indians and for Jack Graney and Pinky Hunter re-creating the Indian games with the Western Union ticker clicking away over their voices. Personally, Harry Heilmann put me to sleep.
They do not make players today like (Moose) Solters, or (Stormy) Weatherly or Lyn Lary or Jeff Heath or my alltime idol Oscar Grimes. Nor can you ride a streetcar to old League Park for five cents plus a one-cent transfer.
And what ever happened to the houses with front porches where a kid could throw a ball against the front steps? If you caught the edge of the steps just right, it was a home run every time. In the front-step league, Oscar Grimes hit over .400 each summer.
Baseball will never be the same.
L. A. THUNHERST
TRAGIC AWAKENING (CONT.)
I wish to congratulate Jack Olsen on his excellent job of reporting the Glacier Park bear killings and the sequence of events that led to them (The Grizzly Bear Murder Case, May 12 et seq.). He ferreted out and SI published information many scientists as well as laymen wished to know but, as in his case, had been denied by the Park Service. His story was skillfully and dramatically presented—perhaps too well dramatized with gory details, considering that he concluded that it was man, not the bear, who was largely at fault. The author's constructive criticism of the Park Service was justified and needed. Hopefully it will be given the serious consideration it deserves.
It is not my intention to detract from Jack Olsen's splendid job, but I feel compelled to comment on his statement concerning wildlife managers. It appears that he equated bureaucratic incompetence and bungling with the wildlife management profession when he stated, "This is the romantic approach, the approach of many professional wildlife managers who feel that all nature can be manipulated by their hands, who deeply admire the grizzly and do not want him harmed and are frenziedly flailing about for rationalization of their viewpoints." This is a one-sided and erroneous concept of wildlife management, though it may be what Olsen observed under atypical conditions. Wildlife management in the national parks and in many of the extensive wild and wilderness areas is doing—or should be doing—as little as is necessary in order to rectify wildlife and ecological problems that have themselves been caused largely by man's activities. When it is evident that manipulation, zoning and regulating are needed, it should be done in a professional manner and be based on a foundation of fact and knowledge.
FRANK C. CRAIGHEAD JR.
President, Environmental Research Institute
THEY'D RATHER FIGHT
As a Baltimore Colts fan I feel qualified to comment on Tex Maule's appraisal of the Colts' move to the AFL (They'd Rather Switch..., May 26).