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19TH HOLE: THE READERS TAKE OVER
December 04, 1972
NOT BANKRUPT Sirs:Re your statement, "Squaw Valley has been nipped by the black frost of bankruptcy" (The New Snow places Are Show-places, Nov. 20):
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December 04, 1972

19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

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Sirs:
Bear Bryant and the Crimson Tide finally have shown their true color—yellow. This year's Alabama team is supposed to be better than last year's, with Terry Davis hotter than ever and the Wishbone much more refined and explosively executed. If this is all so, why doesn't Bryant put his Superman team right in the Orange or Sugar Bowl? Oh, I forgot! The team wants a change of scenery. I guess that's what I would want, too, if all the scenery I saw in last year's Orange Bowl game was the red. Red, RED of Nebraska completely overwhelming me. And, of course, they can't go to the Sugar Bowl, either, because, darn it, there is that awful color red again. Only this time it belongs to Oklahoma.
LINDA CONNER
Venice, Fla.

Sirs:
Being from a state where you are either an Alabama fan or a Yankee, I feel compelled to rebut one remark by Roy Blount in an otherwise fine article about Terry Davis and the Tide. He said Alabama would accept a bid to play Texas in the Cotton Bowl, "thereby avoiding Nebraska or Oklahoma and a tougher game."

Alabama is obviously looking to play the team that is likely to have the best record in order to achieve the best possible claim to No. 1. Everyone knows that is the only way the Bear plays football.
WALKER SHERRIN
Fort McClellan, Ala.

Sirs:
Concerning your article and the comment, "When last seen, Terry Davis and his Crimson Tide were rolling on," it now appears everyone knows where they were in such a mad scramble to get to: the Chicken Bowl. It is hoped that any sportswriter who votes Alabama No. 1 will maintain the theme by doing so with a feathered pen.
WALTER SAWYER
Oklahoma City

DELAWARE'S SPORT
Sirs:
Hats off to SI for giving recognition to a bona fide collegiate football powerhouse, the University of Delaware Blue Hens. Collegiate football is not Southern California or Alabama winning the mythical national championship, nor is it Notre Dame, where eight players were selected in the opening rounds of last year's pro draft. Collegiate football is epitomized by Delaware, where football is a sport, not a way of life.

It is a tribute to Athletic Director Dave Nelson and Coach Tubby Raymond that the Delaware football program is invariably successful despite only 12 grants-in-aid per year. This year was no exception. The Blue Hens swept to their first undefeated season since 1963, won the small college national title for the second consecutive time and their fifth straight Lambert Cup, symbol of Eastern football supremacy.
STEVE KOFFLER
Roosevelt, N.J.

BUFFALO'S CLAIM TO FAME
Sirs:
Thanks to Mark Mulvoy for an article that really tells it like it is about the Buffalo Sabres (You Can't Buffalo the Salves, Nov. 20). You did forget to mention one thing, though. Behind every good team is a good coach. Just look at what the Miami Dolphins have done this year because of Coach Don Shula. Well, Joe Crozier of Buffalo may not be the best-known coach around, but our young Sabres do win for him. In a couple of years, when the Sabres win the Stanley Cup, people will really know who Joe Crozier and our Sabres are.
ROBERT W. JONES
Clarence, N.Y.

Sirs:
It was the greatest article about a Buffalo sports team I've ever seen. Thanks.
MICHAEL ODRE
Buffalo

SLICKROCK
Sirs:
Concerning the article A Stream of Fond Memory (Nov. 13) by Ellington White, I have been to the Slickrock Creek and Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest area, and it is indeed a rare and wondrous place. It brings to mind the song by Joni Mitchell which says, "You don't know what you've got till it's gone.... Take paradise and put up a parking lot." 'Tis sad.
RANDY SHANK
Blacksburg, Va.

COON HUNTING
Sirs:
For many years I have read and admired SPORTS ILLUSTRATED. In particular, I recall the remarkable series by Jack Olsen about poisoning (The Poisoning of the West, March 8, 1971 et seq.). In view of this, perhaps you can imagine my surprise, amazement and horror on picking up your Nov. 13 issue and finding the article Yo Yo Yo, Rowa Uh Rowa, Hru Hru about raccoon hunting, which was incredibly naively written, at least as far as a vestige of humanity or decency is concerned. From your magazine I would not only expect more, I would demand more. If those of us who work in the field of anti-cruelty to animals cannot protect one of the most charming and intelligent of all animals, how in God's name can we do anything for the less favorably endowed?

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