Barry McDermott's brilliant coverage of the Piccadilly World Match-play Championship at Wentworth (A Matchless Player at Match Play, Oct. 22) makes two things clear. One is that Gary Player is indeed the finest competitor in the game today. His "gamesmanship tactics," of which Miller complained, are the very essence of sport—and his return from major surgery to the top of his profession in less than a year is a tribute to his overall fitness.
The second point is that for all its additional prize money the U.S. pro golf tour gets duller each year. The World Cup and Piccadilly, golf's two most interesting events, are not part of the tour and include numerous foreign-born players, while the World Series of Golf is an annual bore and the poorly planned U.S. Professional Match-play Championship has gotten exactly what it has deserved—dull final matches each year.
There is a simple solution. Replace the two dreadful tournaments with one patterned after the two most interesting. To climax the summer golf season, stage a match-play event over Labor Day weekend, pitting 16 top foreign-born pros against 16 U.S. pros. The site could be rotated among, say, three or four courses to ensure consistency and wide exposure. Such a tournament might well be named after that matchless individual, Gary Player.
Santurce, Puerto Rico
Pushed to the Arctic Brink and Beyond (Oct. 15) was a most enjoyable article. I also have a desire to catch one of the "super flatfish" on rod and reel. They are taken in the waters of Washington and Alaska and British Columbia, too. The largest halibut in California, however, rarely exceeds 50 pounds, and because of overfishing they are now a rarity. Your fishing stories are different enough from those of the hunting and fishing magazines to keep me on the edge of my chair. Keep them coming.
UNDERRATED REFS (CONT.)
A thunderous ovation for Peter Carry ("The Highest Accolade Is Silence," Oct. 15). As both a fan of professional basketball and a college referee, I was pleased to see your depiction of pro referees as talented and capable professionals who must always perform under most difficult circumstances. In light of the general lack of recognition accorded professional officials, perhaps the highest accolade is being the subject of your story.
PATRICK J. CURRAN
In your fine feature on pro basketball officials it is stated that NBA Referee Richie Powers comes from the Bronx. Well, some of Richie's friends and fans would like it known that Richie now resides in Greenwich, Conn., where he is very much involved in community affairs. Richie is quite a guy and we are proud to say he lives in our town.
Thank you for the fine article Sinking the Rising Suns (Oct. 22). Rugby is one amateur sport that allows players to compete without the pollution of commercialism. It combines competitiveness and comradeship in the true spirit of amateurism. More articles on rugby would be most appreciated.
Indy Reds Rugby Football Club
CHOO CHOO (CONT.)
Ron Fimrite's magnificent story (A Long Locomotive for Choo Choo
, Oct. 15) was a fine tribute to a great man. Although I have never met Charlie Justice, the whispering of his name among Chapel Hillians, the books exalting his hallowed feats and the godlike mystique surrounding him lead me to believe that he is more than just a hero—he is a myth.
Chapel Hill, N.C.
Ron Fimrite's story on Charlie ( Choo Choo) Justice was a gem. Like thousands of other North Carolinians, I used to spend my Saturday afternoons in Kenan Stadium watching Charlie thrill the crowds with his spectacular play. His performance in the Wake Forest-North Carolina game at Chapel Hill in 1948 produced one of the most unusual feats perhaps ever accomplished on the gridiron. Charlie ran untouched for a 65-yard touchdown only to have the play called back. After a time-out, he ran the same play and practically stepped in the same footsteps for 65 yards and the touchdown—130 yards on successive plays and never a hand laid on him. Unbelievable. Wake Forest had an outstanding football team that included many talented ex-servicemen. Charlie was not blessed with great speed, but his ability to change directions, stop on a dime and cut and reverse his field made him the most exciting football player I have seen in more than 40 years of spectating.