This is not to demean Jackson, an outstanding hitter himself, but only to make clear what actually happened.
GOINGS ON AT THE FRENCH
In reference to your article on the French Open (The French to a Frenchman, June 13), you were right when you said Yannick Noah was tennis' most gifted athlete. You were right about John McEnroe becoming a bore with his antics, language and general poor sportsmanship. You were also right about Chris Evert Lloyd still having what it takes to win tournaments. But you were wrong about the space shuttle Columbia having been flown overhead "on a break from" the Paris Air Show. It was the S.S. Enterprise. Any Trekkie knows that!
You should quit going into detail on John McEnroe's uncalled-for court behavior. You should have gone into detail on how thoroughly he was dominated by Mats Wilander in their quarterfinals match. As for McEnroe popping his pecs, ha!
If John McEnroe doesn't cut out those tantrums—and SPORTS ILLUSTRATED doesn't stop reporting them—I'll scream my head off! I'll hold my breath till my face turns blue! I'll smash my head against the wall! I'll tell Mommy on you! I'll...!
Ray Kennedy's article on the Wizard of Boz (Then Zing Co the Strings, June 13) was excellent. Throw a Warren Bosworth-strung racket into a pile with nine other rackets and I'll pick it out 10 times out of 10. And no matter how exalted his present company, Warren, to his credit, never forgets the hackers he began with.
Thank you for Ray Kennedy's fascinating article on Warren Bosworth and the rivetingly detailed photographs by Lane Stewart.
Iowa City, Iowa
I'm just a run-of-the-mill player on the courts. However, I pride myself on being an expert stringer of tennis rackets. Ray Kennedy's article was the most interesting and informative on the subject that I have ever read in any magazine. It will be on display in my shop for all to read until the print fades from the pages. Many thanks for the contribution to this mystical side of the game.
WESLEY B. SHAFFER III
ONE FOR THE BIRDERS
I read with interest Michael Parfit's SIDELINE (June 6) dealing with a birdwatching Big Day. Having been married to an avid birder for nearly 18 years, I have often suffered the smirks and taunts of the uninformed. Perhaps the inclusion of this article in SI will elevate birding to somewhat more macho status. After all, doesn't the general public view bird-watching as something slightly perverted that is done by little old ladies in army boots and prissy men in baggy shorts?
Although I'm not a birder myself, I can appreciate the fact that it is a strenuous sport whose participants need quick wits, acute hearing, sharp vision, excellent memory and a great deal of physical stamina. The Big Day to which your article referred was certainly not the norm—imagine having a plane at your disposal! It beats slogging through sewage lagoons in hip-waders—or, worse, in sneakers.
Finally, to anyone who is wont to say (ad nauseam) to a birder's wife, "What kind of birds does he watch, the two-legged kind? Heh heh," I beg you, if you spot a four-legged one, please call my husband. He'd be most interested.