WASHINGTON VS. NEW YORK
Roy Blount's superfluous adulation of the Redskins (The Good Humor Men, Nov. 6) was positively vulgar! After reading his article, one might judge that the Giants were a team of blundering buffoons who are occasionally stirred from their inertia by a quarterback who flunked a Dale Carnegie correspondence course. Maybe Norm Snead hasn't got the brashness of Joe Namath or the choreography of his precursor, Fran Tarkenton, or the publicity of Sonny Jurgensen, but they don't have a 65.9% pass completion average, do they?
Blount's reference to Snead being a "recycled quarterback" is quite a twist, don't you think, or hasn't Roy noticed the string of retreads in the Washington camp? The lone exception is Larry Brown. Indeed, the only praiseworthy note in Blount's Over-the-Hill-Gang concerto was the account of Brown's undisputed talents. The anecdotes about Coach Allen's passion for ice cream and his Mary Poppins attitude toward his team should have been submitted to the Ladies' Home Journal trivia column. As for the way he wrote off that controversial Chris Hanburger steal, it seems to me the final score of 23-16 only proves it was significant. Washington was not victorious over New York in the true meaning of the word.
Nothing personal, Mr. Blount, but the next time you dote on the Redskins I hope you trip over a Popsicle stick.
MARY LOU DIAS
Larry Brown really tells it like it is in regard to New York. Unfortunately, the Redskins have been forced to spend two consecutive weekends in Fun City. That's worse than being exiled for a year to Cleveland.
Philadelphia sports teams (Blue Blazers in Philadelphia, Nov. 6)? What a joke. Except for one, the Flyers. Being a Flyers' season-ticket holder, I have seen on numerous occasions the enormous ability of Bobby Clarke. One of Bobby's greatest assets is his intense and never-ending hustle. After being subjected to the Blazers' opening-home-game loss to Cleveland, I realized that our WHA team was just a glorified minor league club, except for Andre Lacroix and a few others. Long before Derek Sanderson hurt his shoulder, he displayed nothing but sloppy, uninspired hockey. In fact, he couldn't even carry Clarkie's skates.
Your comments on the hockey situation in general were great. The Derek Sandersons of this world are not all they are cracked up to be. Sanderson isn't worth $1 million unless he has some fine $20,000 players to back him up. I would rather watch the Fort Worth Wings than Sanderson & Co. any day. The Wings hustle and give the fans their money's worth.
Re the article (Maybe Colorado Won Because It Was Boulder, Oct. 30) about Colorado's victory over Oklahoma: now wait a minute! I've been called a lot of things before, but never a guy! Roy Blount described me as "some guy running around on the sidelines dressed as a buffalo head." Although I know my femaleness wasn't exactly evident, I ask: Do those legs look like a guy's legs?
We in Duluth were quite pleased to see Bil Gilbert's nature article (Up in Raptures About Some Raptores, Oct. 23). In fact we invite him to visit our Hawk Ridge Nature Reserve next fall when the west winds are blowing.
The high count for Hawk Mountain, Pa. was a mere 29,765 Raptores in the fall of 1968. Duluth? Well, in 1970, without even trying, we tallied 69,214 passing Raptores. To date in this exceptional fall we have counted over 4,000 goshawks, far more than the 60 or so "gos" that appear yearly over Hawk Mountain.
We too have our habitu�s who brace themselves against the blustery fall winds—a housewife who deserts the kitchen to count hawks when the migration is flowing, the real-estate executive stopping to help his spouse count. And always there is a thread of tension.