Good Clean Fun
Tom Verducci's Pure Hitters (April 3) got me more excited for the baseball season than I have been since 1985. Back then, steroids were something football players and wrestlers took, the Yankees were semicontenders and Pete Rose was still the man. But now, as Verducci illustrates, there are ample reasons to once again feel good about the game. I just hope commissioner Bud Selig takes the time to read Verducci's story.
Eric Nelson, Waconia, Minn.
Verducci gave us a fine poultice for the steroid-induced wound we fans will have to live with until Barry Bonds is gone. But the name of Jason Giambi, who said, "When I went into that grand jury, I told the truth," and sort of apologized for his use of performance-enhancing drugs, seems to have fallen from the roll call of disgraced veterans. I guess it's true that the truth will set you free.
Doug Pitman, Whitefish, Mont.
I see you referred to the Los Angeles Angels (Scouting Reports, April 3). Nobody out here calls them anything but the Anaheim Angels, despite the official position of the Associated Press and such deluded people as Commissioner Selig and Angels owner Arte Moreno. He may be making tawdry efforts to get more dough by associating himself with the Los Angeles market, but Moreno's ploy hasn't worked.
Bob Wolcott, Laguna Niguel, Calif.
It was disheartening to read about Anna Benson, the wife of Orioles pitcher Kris Benson, and her continuing displays of exhibitionism (20 People to Watch, April 3). Her assertion that by appearing in various states of undress she is somehow advancing a cool agenda is simply preposterous. All she is accomplishing is to reinforce every negative stereotype about athletes' wives.
Glenna Matthews, Laguna Beach, Calif.