When I started reading Selena Roberts's article on Kathryn Massar (She Had a Secret, June 20), I expected to learn more about a girl whom I could be proud to tell my nine-year-old daughter about. Instead what I got was the pathetic tale of a 75-year-old woman who has spent the better part of her life living a lie and who now seems intent on capitalizing on that lie with book and movie deals. Nothing to be proud of at all.
Kevin Snow, Buffalo
The Massar case is very simple. She was too old to play in the league and was in clear violation of the rules. Her team should have forfeited every game in which she played, and she should be removed from the Hall of Fame. Her presence in Cooperstown is an insult to everyone who followed the rules.
In reading your article on Jimmer Fredette (The Jimmer Dilemma, June 20) and the way in which NBA general managers and scouts inexplicably question Fredette's athleticism and foot speed, I couldn't help but wonder if this type of critique would even be a point of conversation if Fredette were black. Unfortunately, people often assume that white athletes lack athletic ability and only make up for it with smarts and grit while black athletes are naturally agile and robust, but are void of intelligence. It's this same stupidity that has long kept black men out of coaching and the front office.
John McMillen, Marietta, Ga.
Pride of the Yankees
I loved Tom Verducci's article on Derek Jeter (Three Grand, June 20) because it gave insight into Jeter's struggles over the last few years and how he continued to play hard despite some challenges, including second-guessing by the Yankees' brass. I admire the fact that even when he's playing hurt, Jeter lives by Joe DiMaggio's motto: "There is always some kid who may be seeing me for the first or last time. I owe him my best."