1977 IN REVIEW
I thoroughly enjoyed your special issue, The Year in Sports. The photography was breathtaking, from a patented Dr. J slam dunk to the surfer plunging through the tube of the ultimate wave. The one thing I think you bypassed was the best of the girls in your bathing-suit issues. Shame on you!
I hope you continue to publish these special issues.
Fantastic! Unlike your bathing-suit issue, your special issue covered everything.
Thousand Oaks, Calif.
Once again SI can lay claim to having the top sports photographers in the world.
The emotions that your photographers captured moved me from laughter to tears.
PATRICIA A. PARKIN
Special congratulations should go to Frank Deford for his beautiful interpretation of a true champion (Morsels from the Feast).
The picture that particularly struck me was the one of Bill Walton of the Portland Trail Blazers and NBA official Richie Powers with their arms around each other. Following a year in which officials took a lot of abuse, whether justified or not, that one poignant photograph shows that peace can be maintained between athletes and officials. Perhaps we fans should take careful note.
Your special issue is great, but your golf priorities are astonishing. Hubert Green wins the U.S. Open and rates only a shot (2�" by 3") in the rough—hardly a typical location for a national champion!
In the section on golf one of your picture captions stated, " Watson's putt falls, the king is dead, long live the king." That is a big put-down of Jack Nicklaus. Tom Watson had a great 1977 season, but everyone is blowing his achievements way out of proportion. You are doing the same thing to Watson that you did to Johnny Miller and Tom Weiskopf. Each of them had outstanding years, then Jack came back and beat them both.
I'm mad. Where was your coverage of college hockey? My alma mater, the University of Wisconsin, hasn't won a major football or basketball honor in years, but in 1977 the Badgers won the Western Collegiate Hockey Association title and the NCAA championship, boasted the Coach of the Year in Bob Johnson and the WCHA Rookie of the Year in Coach Johnson's son Mark, and had three All-America players—Julian Baretta, Craig Norwich and Mike Eaves. Somehow I feel we deserve at least passing notice.