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March 16, 1970
THE COMMISSIONER'S JOB
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March 16, 1970

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THE COMMISSIONER'S JOB

Commissioner Bowie Kuhn's findings in the Denny McLain gambling affair may not be delayed much longer, but no one should complain that they have been slow in coming. As the story in our Feb. 23 issue then revealed to him, the commissioner has a painful path of investigation to tread.

The commissioner must establish to his own satisfaction (and the task should not prove too difficult) whether or not the bookmaking operation with which McLain was involved ever handled bets on major league baseball or only on other sports. Legally, the point is irrelevant—but it is far from irrelevant to the commissioner.

Some persons, for varying reasons of their own, predict hopefully that Mr. Kuhn will come out with a massive denial of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED's story. Such a development is to be discounted. Our revelation that McLain was involved in a bookmaking business has been confirmed by the commissioner himself. Of course, it would be natural for baseball's Establishment to resent the McLain disclosures—life would have been so much more comfortable if they had never been made.

Commissioner Kuhn is more realistic. Unlike his predecessor, Kuhn knows his job. His job is to put baseball's house in order.

TOE OF GOLD

Zenon Andrusyshyn, a ninth-round draft choice of the Dallas Cowboys, is a Canadian who went to UCLA on a track scholarship (he is, or was, an outstanding javelin thrower) and turned to football after coaches there saw him kicking soccer-style. He subsequently broke most UCLA kicking records and had two 52-yard field goals, something to open any pro team's eyes. Now he has put his contract negotiations with the Cowboys in the hands of Boston attorney Bob Woolf, who represents Ken Harrelson, Derek Sanderson and other professional athletes. Woolf says he had never heard of Zenon before the kicker phoned him last week, and he admitted, in all candor, that he did not understand what a ninth-round draft choice expected to get in the way of a contract. Turns out, according to the publicity-wise Andrusyshyn, who is growing a beard for a role in a movie, that he is not looking for a Joe Namath-big money contract. All he wants is a written guarantee that in professional football he will be allowed to kick with his golden shoe. "They wouldn't let me use it in college," he complains, "but if Namath can wear white shoes, what's wrong with me kicking with my golden shoe?"

Woolf pondered, "I wonder if perhaps Zenon's future might be in acting. However, he is quite a kicker, and I find him a refreshing young man. Since he came all this way to Boston, the least we can do is try to get him the best possible deal."

CHEEK
We take you now to the ski-lift line at chilly Sugarloaf Mountain in Maine. Enter bright young man who peers intently at the skier in front of him, leans over and whispers, "Excuse me, sir, but it looks like you have a little frostbite starting there on your cheek." The victim cuts out of line and heads hurriedly for the lodge. Young man picks out a few more for the same message, same result. Finally he is complimented on his concern for his fellow skiers and asked about his uncanny ability to spot frostbite in its formative stage. "Frostbite?" the lad says, lifting an urbane eyebrow. "What I am really doing is thinning out this long lift line."

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