Keep your pencil sharp, Mr. Looney, because you may soon be writing another article on Bo when Michigan is embarrassed into firing him for punching out an opposing team's middle guard on national TV like his high-class mentor, Woody Hayes, did.
GEORGE P. LESNIAK
Thank you for the enjoyable article on Bo Schembechler. However, you struck a nerve when you referred to Bo's alma mater as " Miami of Ohio." The Ohio Miami was founded when the other Miami's home state was still a Spanish possession. After all, what would Bo, Woody, Ara, Carm Cozza, Walter Alston et al. say if they heard their school called Miami of Ohio? Maybe Douglas S. Looney should strive for the same kind of perfection as Bo. It's not Miami of Ohio, Doug, it's Miami University. Got it?
Every once in a while there is a pure moment in sport. Nathaniel Crosby winning the U.S. Amateur was such an occasion (Crosby Never Gave Up Hope), Sept. 14). Match play, a Palmer-like charge and a Crosby; such things are found only in dreams. Some say golf is dying. If so, young Crosby has just brought it back to life.
DAVID L. SPRAGUE
My nomination for Sportsman of the Year is Nathaniel Crosby. He has done the most for his sport by running a professional tournament and winning a major, both as an amateur. Congratulations, Nathaniel.
I'd like to comment on Frank Deford's constructive column (TV/RADIO, Sept. 14) regarding the CBS-TV coverage of the U.S. Open tennis tournament. I'm in agreement that the avid fan would like to know what matches are coming up in the tournament. The results are old news by 11:30 p.m., having been reported many times before that. Perhaps more of John Newcombe would be beneficial. He comes across as witty and knowledgeable. Do the networks ever seek out the opinions of the serious sports buff?
I've enjoyed Frank Deford's writing over the years, but I can't understand or agree with this piece at all. After looking forward to CBS' increased (half-hour) week-night coverage this year, I was dismayed to see the boyish face of Brent Musburger come on the tube. I've tolerated him over the years in his NFL and NBA roles as one of those people TV hires to create excitement where there isn't any. However, the Open creates its own excitement and doesn't need a barker.
Deford came close to hitting the mark when he criticized CBS' feature pieces, which were inane, and the lack of action. There seemed to be less tennis in this year's 30-minute program than in the old 15-minute version. But he was way off base in grouping Bryant Gumbel with Musburger and Jim McKay. Gumbel is an accomplished and smooth announcer who sticks to his areas of expertise.
So rather than a "giant step up," CBS's coverage was, in my view and that of my tennis-playing buddies, more a step in the direction of the wasteland that is most of TV.
ROBERT S. ROWLEY
Michael Baughman's article about a Dr. Jekyll tennis player discovering Mr. Hyde in an amateur tournament (SIDELINE, Sept. 14) struck a familiar chord. While the John McEnroes are unfortunately alive and well and surfacing on every tennis court from southern Oregon to Flushing Meadow, isn't it refreshing—and instructive—to see Fred Stolle and John Newcombe still having fun at the U.S. Open? Laughing their way through the doubles, they came within a few points of dumping McEnroe and Peter Fleming. Where are the Aussies when tennis needs them?
J. WILLIAM RODMAN
I know what you're thinking. First Wimbledon and then a third consecutive U.S. Open for John McEnroe. But please, not Sportsman of the Year.
MICHAEL K. FLANAGAN