I appreciated your story on the Cincinnati Bengals and Paul Brown (No One's Holding These Tigers, Sept. 27). This may not be a Super Bowl year for the Bengals but, certainly, that will come in time.
As for Paul Brown, I listen to his evening sports show on radio as I drive home from work. I hate the drive but I actually look forward to getting in the car and turning on his program. Too bad it is only five minutes long. Brown continually emphasizes two points: 1) that he seeks people who not only possess football skills but who also are clean cut; and 2) that he is dedicated to excellence on the football field, even down to the smallest details.
It's very gratifying to me, especially in this day and age, to hear from someone who has these qualities and is not afraid to reveal them.
Thank you for the fine article, but your picture of Paul Brown told the whole story of the Bengals. Brown has taken mostly unknown kids, backed them up with experienced veterans and put together a winning team. Other teams will have to be more respectful of the Bengals this year.
There is another interesting point about our Bengals. Many people thought that a professional football franchise in Cincinnati could not survive. After last season, though, there should be no doubt. The Bengals drew an average crowd of more than 58,000 ( Riverfront Stadium has a normal seating capacity of 56,200) and a total attendance of 407,757 for the seven home games. This is one of the higher attendance marks for the NFL in 1970.
The 1971 season is even more promising. The Bengals have drawn capacity crowds for their three preseason games, and tickets for the regular-season games have been sold out for nearly two months.
We Cincinnatians have an incurable case of Bengal fever—and boy do we love it!
Congratulations are in store again for Dan Jenkins (A Cheerleader Could Run the Team, Sept. 27). He is beginning to cover Notre Dame as if he were inspired from above. I thought only Fighting Irish fanatics like myself knew of our glory days over the Almas and Haskells. Now if we can eliminate Purdue, Michigan State and USC from our schedule, we can play all of our games by ourselves and never suffer another defeat.
Santa Cruz, Calif.
BADGE OF CONFUSION
While I am enormously flattered to be identified in your Oct. 4 issue (She Does a Lot for a Little) as August A. Busch Jr., chairman of the board and chief executive officer of Anheuser-Busch, I feel that those of your readers who might happen to know that Mr. Busch was not near Dallas during the hydroplane race may be somewhat confused.
I am in fact advertising manager of Budweiser beer and Budweiser Malt Liquor. I arrived at the race unexpectedly, and in the absence of August Busch III, our executive vice-president, I was given his pit pass to wear, allowing me to circulate freely in that area while we were shooting a commercial. Your photographer caught me in a moment of deep concentration. If I had known my picture was being taken, I would have assumed a much more pleasant expression, which would be more typical of the real Gussie Busch.