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October 03, 1955
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October 03, 1955

19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

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During a Michigan-Minnesota game which would pretty well decide the Big Ten hockey title for the year, Minnesota's squad, numerically larger and individually bigger, was giving our Michigan team a real going over in the first period. I had a stick slash over one eye and something that looked and felt like a plum over the other. But then, being goal tender, I had remained relatively aloof from the main scenes of activity. Just as the period came to a close, the Gophers worked the puck practically into our goalmouth, and, in the mad scramble that followed, those playful Minnesota kids draped me around one of the goal posts so neatly that, had Michigan's colors been red and white, I could have passed as a barber pole. Oh yes, somebody also remembered to push the puck in too. When the referee allowed the goal, our club was fit to be tied (not me, I was too busy trying to get untied). A second or two later, the buzzer ended the period. As both clubs skated toward the only door leading to the dressing rooms, Vic Heyliger, our center iceman (he's now Michigan's hockey coach), felt or fancied an elbow in the ribs—and the melee was on! That is, it would have been were it not for Bud. He "bulked" out in full goalie equipment, looking like Paul Bunyan. And the way he scattered the prospective antagonists, I'm not sure he wasn't. When he got to me and my prospect, he simply tucked each of us under an arm and casually lifted us up off our feet. I'll never forget the understanding smile on his face as he said, "Now, don't be children."

Speaking of children, Bud Wilkinson is one coach I wouldn't mind a kid of mine playing for.
Westport, Conn.

As a member of the general public, which John McCormack of Dallas says knows nothing about horse racing (19th Hole, Sept. 19), I wish he would tell me more about John P. Grier, who "wasn't the same after his classic race with Man o' War." As a 4-year-old the next year, didn't John P. carry his "broken heart" to a track record? And didn't he beat Exterminator that season?

So the Derby, at 10 furlongs in May, is run "much too early in the year." The Preakness, at nine-and-a-half furlongs, is run the same month, and the Belmont at 12 furlongs is in June. Two-year-olds go eight-and-a-half furlongs the previous October and November in the Garden State and the Pimlico Futurity.

Derby starters average about 38 months of age. If 10 furlongs is wrong for 38 months, why is 12 furlongs ideal at 39 months, the average age of a Belmont starter?

As a native of a backward state which doesn't have horse racing, McCormack must think 2-year-olds are put away in the fall, then brought out cold and stiff after a hard winter to run in the Derby.

The "mad scramble" he mentions isn't on the Kentucky Derby track. It's the battle for the tickets by real race fans who want to see the greatest race in the world.
Louisville, Ky.

John Bentley's account of the Johnston-Hill duel at Elkhart Lake's Road America (SI, Sept. 19) was almost as thrilling as the race itself! Congratulations to SI on a staff of writers who combine the happy talents of thorough knowledge of their subjects and true literary and reportorial craftsmanship.

Thank you for your fine coverage of the Road America races. Your report brought all the color and excitement of a great race to the reader.

With the Road America races American sports car racing reached its high point. Competing were many fine drivers including one, Phil Hill, who would appear to be of Grand Prix caliber. Present were Ferrari Monzas, D Jaguars and Maseratis, the same cars which are currently winning many of the world's greatest races. It was sports car racing at its very best and the type of event we should see much more of in this country.

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