In response to Mark Mulvoy's article Never Rile an O'Reilly (May 15), I hope you will run a follow-up article on Terry O'Reilly, including a picture showing what happens to O'Reilly when he stands up long enough during a fight. The fight I'm talking about took place in the second period of the fourth game of the series between Philadelphia and Boston. If O'Reilly's face is a map of Ireland, the Flyers' Mel Bridgman sank it.
Toms River, N.J.
I am amazed by Mulvoy's biased, inconsistent observations. He criticizes the Toronto Maple Leafs for tough, hard-hitting hockey, then glorifies Terry O'Reilly of the Boston Bruins for exactly the same style.
In your Pro Basketball Scouting Reports last October you mentioned the SuperSonics as "a last-place club through and through" and even referred to them as "patsies"!
Well, here we are in June and the patsies have disposed of the Los Angeles Lakers. Portland Trail Blazers and the Denver Nuggets and now are facing the Washington Bullets for the NBA championship.
Also in your scouting report you predicted correctly that Coach Hopkins would be dropped in favor of Lenny Wilkens and that the NBA championship would remain in the hands of the Pacific Northwest. But you picked the wrong city.
RANDY F. HUDSON
The rise of the Washington Bullets and the Seattle SuperSonics as finalists in the NBA playoffs is the final piece of proof that the one-on-one game has at last gone off to join the dinosaur.
Woodland Hills, Calif.
I used to look forward to the end of each week and the arrival of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED. Lying back in bed, I would open the magazine anticipating the delights of beautiful photography and writing. Then, too late as usual, I remembered that at least two subscription invitations from Time Inc. would fall into my eyeballs. If I survived the first attack without retina damage, I had two choices. I could put the solicitations back in the fold of the magazine and wait for a surprise assault as I read on, or I could put the invitations on a nearby flat surface, where they would eventually be thrown away with all the other unsolicited junk mail cluttering my house. Neither of these alternatives appealed to me. So I ask similarly afflicted subscribers to join me in forming the Society to Prevent Invitations from Time Inc. (S.P.I.T.).
Mill Valley, Calif.
EYES HAVE IT
Wow! What great news (SCORECARD, May 15)! I finally found something that I've got that Paul Newman and Robert Redford don't have: brown eyes and faster neural impulses! I'm forever indebted to Professor Landers.
JAMES E. ABBOTT
The only adjective my unliterary mind came up with to describe Bill Eppridge's photographs of the Swiftsure Lightship Classic in the May 22 issue was "mind-boggling." Eppridge captured the essence of the race—the sheer power and beauty of the boats and the grandeur of the setting.
New York City
THE WEST BRANCH
My sincere congratulations to Bil Gilbert and SI for the superb story on the West Branch of the Susquehanna (Journey into Spring, May 8). Growing up in the late '20s and '30s in central Pennsylvania, I would often accompany my father on his business trips to such lovely towns as Cherry Tree, McGee's Mills and Clearfield, and my memories of the West Branch are still clear. We would often stop to dip a line into it for a finny prize to take home for dinner. I am very glad this superb river is making a comeback.
JOHN G. TOBIAS
Carmel Valley, Calif.