One of the most enjoyable articles I have ever read. Anyone who has ever played the weekly football cards (for fun and amusement only, of course) must have felt sympathy for the luckless gambler described by Don DeLillo. One wonders, though, if modern-day coaches won't soon be preaching the following words of advice to their athletes before the big game: "Remember...it's not whether you win or lose, but whether you beat the point spread."
HULL, HAIR AND THE WHA
In regard to Mark Mulvoy's article The Golden Jet Is Earning His Gold (Nov. 27), he did a good job of making me hate Bobby Hull. Just because Hull has trouble keeping hair on his head doesn't mean he has to take it out on his fellow Jets by telling them he wants no longhairs on the team. What influence does hair have on the player's ability in this sport? Some of hockey's greatest stars have long hair: Derek Sanderson, for one, and even the greatest, Bobby Orr, is growing his hair. Bobby Hull used to be my favorite sports figure (I even liked him better than Joe Namath), but now he can go jump in a lake of hair-growing tonic for all I care.
Bobby Hull is a great, great hockey player, but the WHA is something else again. I have seen a couple of games and also watched some on TV. There are several good Massachusetts high school teams, like Norwood, Lexington, Maiden Catholic or Arlington that could spot the opposition several goals and beat any team in the WHA. Talk about over-the-hill gangs!
EUGENE H. CLAPP
Wellesley Hills, Mass.
Regarding your item in SCORECARD, "Langwidge in Action" (Nov. 27), I believe you slipped. The Worshenen Senniners are now obsolete. Don't you remember? They became the Tegzuz Renjes.
In the many years since I became a charter subscriber to SI, I have often felt compelled to write to you, either to commend you for something I liked very much or to castigate you for arousing my vehement anger. Until now my congenital laziness has prevailed, and you have therefore been deprived of or spared my comments.
Thomas McGuane, with his deliciously delightful story about Molly (Gundog Molly, Folly and Me, Dec. 4), has succeeded where all others have failed. I just had to let you and Mr. McGuane know how thankful I am for this rare gem of writing. My 2-year-old German shorthaired pointer sat in wonderment while I laughed out loud at the exploits of his soul mate Molly. My dog has been known to masterfully point a hypnotized rabbit and later sit down to rest not live feet from a pheasant—and not bat an eye when the bird flushed.
For anyone who has ever tried to train his own bird dog, Mr. McGuane has turned all the frustration and despair into joyful hilarity.
RICHARD C. SLAMA
ONE MAN'S MEAT...
It invariably happens. Whenever you feature articles pertaining to little-known or perhaps controversial subjects, irate readers write to demand immediate subscription cancellations. The most recent examples came in the Dec. 4 issue in answer to your article on the coon hunt (Yo Yo Yo, Rowa Uh Rowa, Hru Hru, Nov. 13). More often, luscious young beauties attired in the latest scanty swimsuits enrage your readers. If any subject is offensive to a reader, so be it—each individual is entitled to an opinion. But shouldn't any repulsion, anger or dissatisfaction be directed at the act itself, rather than at its disclosure?
Censorship is a dominant force in our society; I'm not sure we need another dose in your magazine. Please continue to report on the sporting world as it is and, if you wish, how you think it should be. I won't like everything you publish, but then I don't think you insist I do.
S.R. CROUCH JR.
I congratulate you for the article on coon hunting. It was a fine portrayal of a fine sport. May I set those so-called humanitarians straight? If we don't hunt and kill a few raccoons, they will overpopulate and overrun America. If they don't raid the cornfields when they overpopulate, they will starve. If they do raid the cornfields, well, there won't be much corn. Then how will those who think of themselves as humanitarians feel?