I really dislike the Oakland Raiders and I love the Steelers.
I will agree that the Oakland Raiders are indeed champions. They proved that, by virtue of their Super Bowl victory. But if Atkinson's hit on Swann is an example of their "own brand of aggressive and beautifully brilliant football" (as Ms. Magruder calls it), then people from coast to coast should be disgusted and horrified, not thrilled. Good hard football is one thing, but unrestrained violence, of this type is bad for the game and everyone who watches. The verdict was just in not condoning such illegal and flagrant acts.
D. M. FINCH
Ms. Magruder would have told Swann, "If you don't want to be hit, get out of the game." She is correct to an extent: football depends on the "hit" for its existence. However, the hit Swann received from Atkinson should not be permitted to go unpunished, whether it took place on the football field or on a street corner. People are in jail for doing precisely what Atkinson did to Swann. Worse, Atkinson did it while Swann's back was turned. It was an extremely cheap and cowardly move, and merely one more example that symbolizes the Oakland Raiders.
MARK A. SHEEHAN
LESS IS MORE
I thoroughly enjoyed Driven by Mo-ped Madness (Aug. 8), although I was confused by who got the most exposure—the cycle or the cyclists.
CALVIN DROPPED IT
I have little respect for Calvin Murphy—not because he's a male baton twirler (Calvin Discovers Murphy's Law, Aug. 15), but because he disappointed me very much. He was supposed to be a guest speaker at Dave Cowens' basketball school instead of twirling his baton in Denver last week.
Fred C. Dobbs' letter kindled a spark.
I think that B. Traven himself would have used the finish if he had thought of it.
In any event, the urchin who sold Fred C. Dobbs the winning lottery ticket was Baretta, n� Robert Blake.
And dat's da name of dat tune.
I enjoyed Robert Cantwell's burro story, but Fred Dobbs' recollection really intrigued me. If memory serves, I believe I met Mr. Dobbs in a rundown bar in Morocco during World War II. As time goes by, the memory dims, however. Maybe it was while serving on the U.S.S. Caine at about the same time. What ever did happen to those strawberries, anyway? At any rate, thanks for playing it again, Fred, or Rick, or Sam, or whatever. By the way, I recently came across that black bird you were looking for.
JAMES A. COX