MAD DOG'S DAY
For years I believed that Bill Madlock was like a spoiled child who whines when things don't bounce his way. I never regarded him as a topnotch major-leaguer. But after reading Steve Wulf's article Glad Times for Mad Dog (May 9), I realize that Madlock is indeed an outstanding person and player. I hadn't been aware that his stats were comparable to George Brett's. Madlock's selection as the Pirates' captain is proof that he is a complete team player. I hope he will get the recognition he has obviously long deserved.
That was a terrific article on Bill Madlock. I have followed Bill's career closely since he was a high school student in Decatur. Ill. I also have had the privilege of working directly in state government with his mother, Sarah, in Illinois and in federal government with his sister in Washington, D.C. Bill is a member of a great family!
I well recall Bill on the night he was traded from the Cubs to the Giants: He kept a no-fee commitment to speak at our annual baseball dinner in Springfield, Ill. There are many of us who will never forget that.
ALAN J. DIXON
United States Senate
THE REAL GEORGE HENDRICK
George Hendrick's reputation for being silent, reclusive and cold might suffer as a result of the article by Grady Jim Robinson (FIRST PERSON, May 16). Robinson portrays a very human and wonderful side of Hendrick, quite the opposite of reports by the press depicting him as a self-serving, lackadaisical player. I throughly enjoyed seeing something positive and uplifting about him; he's a fine human as well as a fine athlete.
This morning a teammate of mine needled me on the way I was wearing my softball pants. I told him that I wear mine in the George Hendrick style. Now that I have read Grady Jim Robinson's article about Silent George, I plan to wear my softball pants long-legged for life.
ALAN P. SCHMIDT
TIGER FRANKS AND A.C.
Two low blows in two pages is too much to take. On page 68 of your May 16 issue you slammed my dogs by allowing Steve Kluger and Colleen Wilson to say in INSIDE PITCH "Tiger Stadium...franks are stale," and two pages later you let an unnamed Blitz defender slam my man: "Anthony Carter...can't carry Trumaine Johnson's shoes" (This Rookie Is a Tru Catch).
Let's set the record straight. Tiger Stadium franks—especially those hot off the grill—can't be touched anywhere in the major leagues. I know from having personally visited all 26 parks back in 1979. And Anthony Carter is a spectacular player who, in time, will dazzle the entire USFL.
Ann Arbor, Mich.
AS SHAKESPEARE SAID...
Harvey Sabinson (LISTS, May 9) omits my favorite baseball quote from Shakespeare, one that leads me to suspect that major league umpires are direct descendants, or reincarnations, of the witches in Macbeth: "Fair is foul, and foul is fair" (Act I, Scene 1).
HERBERT S. WHITE
John Grossmann's article on baseball scorecards (STATS, April 25) appealed to me because I, too, love to keep score whenever I'm at the park. Grossmann mentioned a number of different scoring styles and symbols, but he failed to include one of my favorites: Phil Rizzuto's WL, which, of course, stands for Wasn't Looking.
While I admire the objectivity of Peter Gammons of The Boston Globe, I handled Bucky Dent's 1978 playoff home run somewhat differently: I tore up my scorecard.
R. WILSON ANDERSON