Letters
October 04, 2010
The excerpt from The Wave (Sept. 13) provided an exhilarating reading experience. Even though I've never surfed, Susan Casey's descriptions transported me into the belly of a 100-foot beast. You have to tip your hat to the adrenaline junkies who risk their lives in an attempt to ride those colossal swells.
The excerpt from The Wave (Sept. 13) provided an exhilarating reading experience. Even though I've never surfed, Susan Casey's descriptions transported me into the belly of a 100-foot beast. You have to tip your hat to the adrenaline junkies who risk their lives in an attempt to ride those colossal swells.
Daniel Berger, Riverside, Calif.
I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body as I read The Wave. I could taste saltwater and smell and feel a wave the size of a skyscraper bearing down on me. I've taken many hard hits playing football and lacrosse, but that's nothing compared with taking the crushing blow of a wave ... and then paddling out for more.
Wayne Lantier
West Palm Beach, Fla.
The Long March
I enjoyed Jim Trotter's article on the drive put together by the Titans at the end of their game against the Cardinals (99 Yards to Go, Sept. 13). I could picture the receivers running their routes, the Cardinals' blitzes bearing down on Vince Young and Young making his reads—and I could understand why he made those reads. This type of story brings out the mental chess match between offensive and defensive coordinators. It was great to get a glimpse inside the heads of a game's key strategists.
Gary Trebels
Arlington Heights, Ill.
Even though most pro teams have a battalion of assistant coaches, we often hear from only the top guy. It was refreshing to read that the Tennessee coaching staff could orchestrate two minutes and 37 seconds of the game without micromanaging by Jeff Fisher. That says a lot about Fisher's leadership style.

