Apparently the aura of the richest thoroughbred horse race in history blurred the memory of your Clive Gammon (It's the Shoe by a Nose, Sept. 7). Temperence Hill, scratched from the Arlington Million, robbed no one of the Triple Crown by winning the Belmont Stakes in 1980. It was Coastal who upset Spectacular Bid in his attempt to wrap up the Triple Crown. And that, we might add, was in 1979.
We were very surprised this one got by you.
Little Rock, Ark.
?So were we.—ED.
As a Tennessee fan, I congratulate John Papanek for pointing out (Still Flying High, Sept. 14) what so many people here in Big Orange Country need to be reminded of: 1) that Johnny Majors has come up at least one year short of his schedule for building a winner at Tennessee and 2) that Bill Battle merely gave Tennessee five consecutive bowl teams.
Who knows? Majors may wind up going into business with his predecessor.
Following the 44-0 drubbing by Georgia, Tennessee fans are displaying a new bumper sticker: WON'T YOU COME HOME BILL BATTLE? WE MADE A MAJOR MISTAKE.
CLAUDE L. OGLE JR.
Dan Jenkins' article When the Frogs Were Princes (Aug. 31) was a delightful trip down memory lane. As a student at the University of Texas in the mid-'30s, I well remember those marvelous TCU football teams that consistently dominated my beloved Longhorns. The gridiron heroics of Cy Leland, Sammy Baugh, Davey O'Brien, Johnnie Vaught and Ki Aldrich still linger in my memory. However, in my book, the greatest Horned Frog of them all was a rugged end named Raymond (Rags) Matthews.
On Dec. 26, 1927, in the annual East-West Shrine Game in San Francisco, Matthews, playing end for the West, was instrumental in defeating a highly favored East team coached by Andy Kerr. I listened to the game on radio and still recall Matthews making fantastic tackles all over the field and electrifying the spectators at Kezar Stadium. The radio announcer, Ted Husing, bubbled with superlatives, and, at halftime, various commentators remarked that Matthews' defensive performance was the most spectacular they'd ever seen. During the second half Matthews was even more brilliant on defense.
That Herculean performance was before Jenkins' time, but I'll bet his dad took a few swigs of his favorite "cough syrup" to Rags Matthews on that day 54 years ago.
G.S. MCCASLAND JR.
Monterey Park, Calif.
My reading of your article on Santana (Lady with a Past, July 20) brought back some fond memories and provoked some critical objections, the latter concerning your description of the treatment that splendid yacht received at the hands of Charlie and Marty Peet.