The Royals, with Bob and Billy, are currently 22-5 and ranked 10th nationally. They have just won the Middle Atlantic Conference Northern Division championship and are headed for the NCAA Division III regional. Billy is only a junior.
RICHARD J. HILLIS
Thanks to Robert H. Boyle for his article on Donald Trump (The USFL's Trump Card, Feb. 13). I hope this will prove to all your readers that Trump is for real. If his sports venture (the New Jersey Generals) turns out to be as successful as his business ventures, then the NFL had better be prepared for the biggest shock of its life.
JOHN P. KUCKO
In light of the article on Donald Trump, it is painfully obvious that he can indeed lay claim to being the media darling, thanks to his purchase of the New Jersey Generals. He has played you folks in the media like a drum, and the saddest thing is that you've marched to his every beat.
Whatever iota of credibility Trump may have possessed upon his entry into sports, it washed away quickly with the fiasco of the Shula incident. Don Shula's class and integrity stand so high they make Trump Tower look like a mere weed.
Outrageous and unheard-of salaries for defensive backs and washed-up quarterbacks do not buy a championship. And Trump should remember that the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Beware, Mr. Trump.
It's a good thing Donald Trump doesn't gamble. He might lose every dollar he ever earned if he bet on there being a Galaxy Bowl in three years. On the other hand, he could probably double his fortune wagering that there will be no USFL in three years.
As a lifelong fan of Pete Rose's, I was delighted to read Ron Fimirite's article Pete's Out to Prove He Can Pull His Weight (Feb. 13). It's just a shame that such a hapless team as the Cincinnati Reds did not deem Pete worthy of a contract offer. After two dismal seasons, one would think Cincinnati would be eager to bring Rose back to give its young team the leadership and winning attitude it has been missing since he left.
The weight of Pete Rose should pull the Montreal Expos down to fourth place. Who needs a weak-hitting, lead-footed leftfielder who suffers from delusions of grandeur? He'll fit right in with Gary Carter and the rest of the self-proclaimed talent-rich Expos! The prospect of Rose playing every day brings back memories of an over-the-hill Willie Mays in centerfield in the 1973 World Series. Hang it up, Pete, while you still have some semblance of dignity!
William Nack's article on Butch van Breda Kolff ("I Made My Own Bed, I've Cot to Lie in It," Feb. 20) was a splendid portrait of the man and the coach, an absolute joy to read. As for van Breda Kolff himself, I take my hat off to him for maintaining his tireless devotion to seeing the game of basketball played "right." I wish I could have had a coach like him—or better yet, I wish I could have had him for a coach.
JOHN T. MORAN
After reading William Nack's story about him, I can't understand why I never liked Butch van Breda Kolff. A fine story on a fine coach and a warm human being. What a pity his life is so sad.