Regular readers of SI have resigned them-selves to the fact that no professional football season can begin without a prediction by Tex Maule that the Dallas Cowboys will be world champions, or end sans his annual apology as to why they failed to live up to his expectations. The 1970 season is off to a flying start (Big Ifs in Big D, Aug. 31). Tex not only concedes the Cowboys their division title but even forecasts their success in the playoffs, since they cannot meet the Cleveland Browns before the Super Bowl. Don't you think it behooves you to assign someone else to games involving the Cowboys?
ROBERT I. PACK
You made a slight error on the Aug. 31 cover. It should have read SHOWDOWN YEAR FOR TEX MAULE, who should be fired if the Cowboys don't win this year.
My compliments to Tex Maule. He has told it like it is—and like it was. He has revealed that there are many things which have not changed in Dallas or with the Cowboys since they became the first expansion team in 1960. Regarding housing for the blacks, Nate Borden, one of pro football's finest defensive ends and then the Cowboys' defensive captain, nearly left the team in 1961 because he couldn't rent a decent apartment for his family. Concerning security in those days few vets felt they had it made unless they had a "no-cut" contract as Eddie LeBaron and Don Meredith did.
As for Tom Landry, he was and is highly respected for his knowledge of the science of football. He is dedicated to the perfection of the smallest detail of the game and has been called "the undertaker" because of his impersonal attitude toward many of his players. He is also the author of the most sophisticated offense and defense in pro football, and because of this the Cowboys can beat themselves with mistakes. I know, because I made my share of mistakes as a center and guard with the Cowboys during their first three years.
It was a fine article. However, you left out the biggest Cowboy plus of all, Calvin Hill, the great second-year running back. Hill was the NFL's leading rusher going into the end of last season, but then he injured his toe. Hill might be just the man the Cowboys need to gain the championship they deserve.
It's very comforting for us Ram fans to know of a team like Dallas that chokes in more playoff games than our own team does.
Studio City, Calif.
I would like to thank Dan Jenkins for writing such a different story about the 52nd PGA Championship (The One That Got Away Again, Aug. 24). I looked very hard for some kind words for either Bob Murphy's second-place finish or Raymond Floyd's great third-round 65 and overall fine play as defending champion. I was under the impression that a few other guys competed besides Arnold Palmer and myself.
I was also sure that I had played 72 holes to win the PGA. However, Mr. Jenkins' 13-hole version was exciting. I had to smile when I read that my kind of golf "wouldn't win much money in a municipal gangsome" and that my "whimpering" finish ended a "close to panic-stricken performance." Next time I'll have to work for a better finish. I hope Mr. Jenkins does, too.
Westlake Village, Calif.
My humble thanks to SI for taking the right step in publishing Robert F. Capon's creed for a physical rebirth (Steps in the Right Direction, Aug. 31). Indeed, one has only to observe the physiques of shoppers on a Saturday afternoon to see that there is growth in the wrong direction and that we have put away "childish" things (bicycling, jumping, skipping, etc.) for the sake of maintaining our dignity and poise.
But while the author's prescriptions for preventing cardiovascular bankruptcy and flabbiness are commendable, it seems to me that he has taken an unnecessary poke at my sanity. In no way do I find jogging to be a "slum of boredom," nor do I believe I should be "certified and committed" simply because, during the winter when not jogging outside, I can be found on an indoor track taking 20 laps in a "silly suit."