Keith's lead paragraph emphasized the disadvantage of anything connected with the word "short," such as short-lived, short-tempered, etc. However, Keith got caught short by not stressing the fact that Harry Chappas' very position keynoted the word short, as in shortstop.
Verbal abuse is nothing new to the little man in our society, but the remarks of Chicago's Ron Blomberg (He's a nice little boy) about diminutive teammate Harry Chappas really blew me away. It's quite obvious that Chappas is short on size, but, unfortunately, Blomberg is short on intellect.
WELDON BUCKNER (5'4�")
Little [no kidding] America, Wyo.
I just got home from a game of basketball in which my shots were blocked three out of five times. But my morale got a big boost when I opened my mailbox and saw Harry Chappas on the cover of SI. I hope he makes it. From all of us down here to all of you up there I say, "It's better to have loved a short than never to have loved a tall."
CHARLIE ROBERTS (5'5")
As always, your review of the rookies was informative and highly enjoyable. Of the 1978 rookies you highlighted last year ( Clint Hurdle, Jim Wright, Willie Wilson, Ted Cox, Dave Revering, Ken Landreaux, Lou Whitaker and Alan Trammell), only Wright failed to make a substantial contribution to his team. For the sake of Harry Chappas and the rest of the new crew, may this year's preview prove to be just as accurate.
Barry McDermott, in his story on the Grand Masters (It's Still May in September, March 12) wrote a line that will forever be etched in the hearts of 50-year-old types who love tennis.
I plan to quote this line extensively, especially to my wife: "There is something attractive about a person who refuses to capitulate to the erosions of age."
WILLIAM J. HANNA
My own experience with the delightful little brutes tells me that Ron Rau (Every Dog Has His Bay, March 5) knows and loves beagles. However, I am wary of the suggestion that added intelligence would create Super Beagle. The good Lord allowed the evolution of the beagle voice to what we appreciate today by letting the beagle brain shrink and slide down toward the nose, leaving the vacated brain pan to serve as sounding board and echo chamber. It is sad that some do not appreciate the beautiful result. Even my own wife frequently refers to this single-minded trailing ability as "beagle mentalpause" and suggests it may be contagious, since I don't come in out of the rain as much as I used to.
DOYLE B. CHAMBERS JR.
Not being much of a golfer or fan, I found myself pleasantly surprised and amused at the life-style of one Andy Bean (Hey, Look at Ol' Andy Bean. March 19). Good ol' Andy seems to be just one of the boys, out to show the world he isn't just one of the boys. In these times of overpaid jocks looking out for themselves, it is refreshing to read about a hardworking man who has made it and still remembers his roots.
After finishing the piece, I still was not a golf fan, but I am an Andy Bean fan.
Niagara Falls, N.Y.
Even though my husband and I are brazen New Yorkers, we are solid fans of Andy Bean, the subject of Barry McDermott's eminently enjoyable article. We're hoping Bean's stay at the top will be a long one—he's a lot more interesting to watch and listen to than most pro golfers. He is truly golf's wild and crazy guy.
KATHY L. WERNER
New Hampton, N.Y.