Besides the officiating, the judging for the most valuable player award didn't seem right. Not to detract from Paul Gipson's play in the game, but whoever the judges were, they undoubtedly didn't notice the excellent play of Bob Campbell, who punted for an average of about 50 yards, was used as a pass receiver, a running back and scored the East's only touchdown.
Your article, Replay of the 12th-man Theme, was as amazing as the voice of Paul Christman finally admitting the truth. In these days of swifter, larger, more intelligent athletes, sports have advanced at a rapid rate. However, the officials still remain slow and incompetent. The sports whirl has speeded up so much in the last decade, the officials have fallen far behind. We need to have guidelines, to make sure that athletes get a fair shake on a call. Most TV commentators are always telling us that the slow-motion, stop-action camera shows us how accurate the calls have been. It only shows how often they are wrong! To err is human, but for an official to give a game away is a crime.
JOHN F. WATERS
Southwest Harbor, Me.
Possibly the best comment concerning the questionable officiating in the Coaches All-America game was found in an otherwise sterile wire-service article the next day. Someone with a sense of humor had written, "Enyart scored from the two on a one-yard plunge."
I certainly hope the example of the officiating doesn't set the stage for the remainder of what should be a fine season. There are enough other ways of making the scores higher.
JOSEPH A. SNYDER
NEEDLES AND PILLS (CONT.)
I must admit that I was reading Bil Gilbert's account of drugs in sports (Problems in a Turned-on World, June 23 et seq.) with a great deal of skepticism. The thought of my infallible baseball heroes being on drugs especially angered me.
After reading his second installment, in fact, I was all ready to let fly a burning letter to Mr. Gilbert. However, I decided to postpone this bit of action until after a televised game between the Tigers and the Orioles which I had just settled down to watch. I was still fuming when, in the top of the first, Willie Horton hit a double and went barreling into second base pulling a hamstring muscle in the process. As I watched Willie kneeling down grimacing, I said to myself, "Aha, Mr. Gilbert! See, my baseball players can take the knocks without any of those painkilling drugs."
Just then the Detroit trainer came trotting out on the field, reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills. Willie grabbed a couple and immediately gulped them down! Forgive me, Mr. Gilbert, everybody is guilty.
Re Ed Sabol's letter in 19th HOLE (June 23). He forgets that prior to its showing, this film was advertised as the "Official Super Bowl" film by NFL Films, Inc.
He now tries to salvage this idea by claiming that it was "an honest effort to show another view of a great sporting event."
Furthermore, a film showing a view of an event that has the effect of minimizing the efforts of the team that made the event so memorable is indeed a cheap shot. The only people who are happy about this film are those Colts fans who still can't believe their team got beaten.
Rego Park, N.Y.