I followed George to Indiana University, where I marveled at his talent on the basketball court. I also noticed that when he didn't have the ball, George seemed to lose interest in the game.
I was pleased when George turned pro, because I was certain the stiff competition in the ABA would finally require him to work—enabling him to mature as an athlete and finally play up to his God-given potential. As Bruce Newman's article so painfully pointed out, this was not to be.
Even McGinnis admits. "If I'd had the inner strength, there's no telling what I would have done." Perhaps if George would tap the real source of his talent, he would find inspiration on the court—and off.
KMVI Radio Sports
It was nice to see an article on George McGinnis. However, you didn't finish it. You neglected to mention that even though most nights George can't hit the broad side of a barn, we Indiana Pacer fans love him as much as any guy on the team, and the applause for him reflects our feelings when he goes into a game or comes out of it. George McGinnis gives it all George McGinnis has every minute he is on the floor. He is still a superstar to Pacer fans; he just doesn't start anymore.
In the picture of George McGinnis playing Intellivision with his son, I noticed that the game cartridge is missing. I'll bet the only way George "can control the game" with his son is to play without a cartridge. In fact, the only way any dad can control a game of Intellivision with his son is to play without a cartridge.
"Oh, what might have been" if George and Tony had played Intellivision with the cartridge in!
LUCIANO VS. WEAVER
After reading Part II of the article Bang! Bang! You're Out (Feb. 22 and March 1) by former American League umpire Ron Luciano and David Fisher explaining why Orioles Manager Earl Weaver is the worst enemy umpires ever had, it was difficult for me to decide which one was the good guy. As an Orioles fan who has watched many a game at Memorial Stadium, I always thought it was worth the price of admission just to see Luciano and Weaver perform their antics on the diamond. What a pair of buffoons!
Ron Luciano says that Earl Weaver will go directly from the Orioles' dugout to the Hall of Fame. Of course, he is right. If Luciano had been as good an umpire as Weaver is a manager. Luciano might get to Cooperstown, too. If Luciano had spent as much time trying to umpire as he did being a hot dog, perhaps he wouldn't have been involved in so many arguments. People attend baseball games to see the teams—managers included—not some overgrown clown with a quick thumb. Baseball would be much poorer if Weaver had never managed, but would probably have been better off if Luciano had joined a circus.
Garrett Hill, Pa.
One of the great disappointments in this fan's baseball memory was when Luciano hung up his non-spikes. He personified, in the unlikely form of an umpire, the true nature of the sport. That there should be fun in the midst of all the self-righteous seriousness is something we too easily forget. In an age of strikes, ridiculous salary demands, seemingly endless arbitration and free-agency disputes, he is sorely missed.
Ron Luciano's article on Earl Weaver was fabulous! Please tell me how many major league games Weaver has been tossed out of.