We would only record disagreement with your characterization of our 1980 bid as that of a "straw-man candidate" against Moscow. That bid was very real and came within a swing of nine votes of victory.
As Lord Killanin recently noted, a race is not won by even a sole competitor until the finish line is crossed. For Los Angeles the finish line is May 19, when the International Olympic Committee meets in Athens to make its final decision on the location of the 1984 Games.
JOHN C. ARGUE
Southern California Committee for the Olympic Games
Having attended the last two Olympics at Munich and Montreal, I noticed that one thing was not mentioned in connection with the Games at Los Angeles, namely, transportation. Both Munich and Montreal had efficient systems for moving large crowds. If Los Angeles hosts the Olympics in 1984, I predict the greatest traffic jam in history.
Garden Grove, Calif.
William Oscar Johnson omitted one important question concerning the 1984 Olympics' going to Los Angeles: What are the athletes going to breathe?
CLEVELAND AND CLYDE
It has been said that Cleveland does not get any national attention. But in your Nov. 7 issue, Larry Keith used Cleveland to show the lessons of baseball's free-agent draft (Is It Daft—or Deft—To Draft?); Walt (Clyde) Frazier told us that Cleveland is not Siberia, although he admitted that he plans to be here only three years, not a lifetime (Clyde, Laughing Cavalier); and, finally, Cleveland was mentioned by Dan Jenkins as one of two foul-weather American Conference cities in which the playoff segments of the movie version of his book Semi-Tough could be filmed.
So maybe Cleveland is still the butt of bad jokes. You can't have your cake and eat it, too.
It is interesting to note that the oft maligned city of Cleveland has relieved New York City, that mecca of sophistication, of one of its greatest natural resources, Walt Frazier. Whether or not the removal of Frazier proves to be of help to the Knicks this season, New York is losing one of the class athletes of all time.
I have followed Frazier's career since his first season with the Knicks in 1967. He has provided me with some of the greatest thrills I have ever had from sports. And all the while, even in the last two turbulent years, he has performed with class. I watched in disbelief as Dr. J, Joe Namath and Tom Seaver left New York, but when Clyde departed it brought mist to my eyes. If any one person can stop those awful Cleveland jokes, it will be Clyde. I hope he takes the Cavaliers all the way.
I am a Cleveland Indians fan, and watching the New York Yankees in the World Series these last two years has given me a mighty funny feeling. I couldn't help thinking that I was seeing former Cleveland players Chris Chambliss, Oscar Gamble, Graig Nettles and Dick Tidrow—not to mention Canton, Ohio's own Thurman Munson, who was making no bones about wanting to play in Cleveland. Worse yet, there was Cleveland Shipbuilder George Steinbrenner paying all those high salaries. And Gabe Paul was a general manager in Cleveland not so long ago. I think the world championship belongs to Cleveland. We just play in New York.
My pocket calculator reveals that the average batting average of the 18 hitters among last year's free agents listed in the article Is It Daft—or Deft—To Draft? (Nov. 7) was only .259, at an average cost of $2,109.28 per base hit. Bad as that was, the three California Angel batters listed (Rudi, Grich, Baylor) had a combined .253 average at a whopping $5,155.67 per hit.
JAMES E. ABBOTT