19TH HOLE: THE READERS TAKE OVER

THE PLAY'S THE THING
Sirs:
Congratulations to Bob Ottum on his dazzling drama Boog! (July 19). Articles such as this are good for baseball. Boog! satirically humanizes the lives of baseball players, which has to help promote fan appeal. The drama comes up with the only reasonable explanation for Boog Powell's long slump, considering the immense talent he possesses. Now that the mad scientist's scheme has been uncovered, perhaps the real Boog will stand up and start hitting with his old abandon.
JIM BRENNAN
New York City

Sirs:
When Boog! goes to Broadway I only hope Earl Weaver is cast as Brampson and Bob Short as the mad scientist. But who will play Boog Powell?
LARRY CEISLER
Washington, Pa.

Sirs:
If Boog! gets into production I have some casting suggestions:

1. The Van Arsdale twins as the two Boogs, providing you can fatten them up a bit.

2. Phil Silvers as Howard Cosell.

3. Cosell has to play the part of "a ferret-faced man..." nervously directing the initial entrance of robot Boog.

4. Lefty Phillips must be Beano Brampson.

5. And the Baltimore Oriole Chorus can only be the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

6. Which leaves Mrs. Boog Powell. How about Barbra Streisand, pussycat?
BRUCE HEINTZ
Longmeadow, Mass.

Sirs:
After reading your accounts of doleful Alex Johnson, pitiful Tony Conigliaro and hearing about the retiring of frustrated Ken Harrelson, I was relieved to see that your magazine had printed something that was actually light and entertaining about baseball personalities. The article on Boog Powell was very imaginative and lets the baseball fan see the humorous side of the game, which is part of its enduring charm.
R. A. STONIS
Rolling Hills, Calif.

Sirs:
Bob Ottum certainly provided us with a baseball fantasy full of laughs and a modicum of suspense, and a happy "all's well that ends well" finis! I would like to see more of these creations by Mr. Ottum and wish to suggest one Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates with his All-Pro fried chicken parlor for a background as a possible future subject.
WILLIAM F. O'BRIEN
Cincinnati

Sirs:
Tennessee Williams couldn't have written a better play and Hal David couldn't have written better lyrics. I am looking forward to a big hockey, a big basketball and a big football musical, too.
HUGH LEWIS
Teaneck, N.J.

Sirs:
You forgot to include Boog's national song, Baby Elephant Walk.
KEITH DIPPRE
Alhambra, Calif.

Sirs:
It was not purely fictitious. Indeed, it does appear as though the mad scientist succeeded in his search for those mechanized pitching robots, for Baltimore's Big Four will undoubtedly win 80 games, might possibly capture 90 games and could conceivably gain a grand and amazing total of 100 games before the everlasting season draws to a close this fall.
JOHN R. HESTER
Lincoln, Mass.

Sirs:
Now there are just two questions. Who's Boog Powell, and was it truth or fiction?
BOB FISCHER
Knoxville, Tenn.

PUNT RETURNS
Sirs:
In SCORECARD (July 19) you say that "football never has been played at Candlestick." Not so. The Oakland Raiders played there for at least one season. In the fall of 1961 I was one of 7,000 fans who saw the Dallas Texans play the Raiders at Candlestick Park.

One would have concluded from that game that there was little hope for the Oakland team or for football at Candlestick. Now, 10 years later, it looks like great success for both ventures.
BILL CONLIN
Bloomfield Hills, Mich.

Sirs:
There's been at least one East-West Shrine game played in Candlestick Park—as recently as 1968, I believe. Consequently, I can't see what 49er Ticket Manager Pete Giannini's problems are, other than possibly he hasn't been on the job very long.
ROBERT COMPTON
Hermosa Beach, Calif.

SPEAK NO EVIL
Sirs:
Evel Knievel is the most unique sport story of all time (I'm Going to Jump a Mile Anyway, July 5). He may well be a crazy man to some people, but to me he is simply a man among men. After his performances at Madison Square Garden recently, Knievel did not sneak out any back doors to hide from his fans, but instead walked out the exit with kind words and autographs for all. How often have you been thanked for asking for an autograph? It is indeed an experience, after being turned down by some so-called sport stars. Answering all questions and practically ignoring the police bodyguards, Knievel won the hearts of all the people outside the Garden night after night. I asked the man standing next to Knievel, who seemed a bit impatient, if he was Evel Knievel's manager. His reply, with a wry smile, "At times I wonder who manages who."

I hope Evel Knievel makes that jump over Snake River Canyon. I hope he lives to be 103. You see, Evel Knievel is unique.
VIC MIZZONE
Totowa, N.J.

TROUBLED ANGELS
Sirs:
After reading Show Me the Way to Go Home (July 19), I realized how heartless and unsympathetic some people can be. Manager Lefty Phillips of the Angels is having problems with his not-quite-winning team, but that is no reason to treat his players like the "machines" Tony Conigliaro described in your article. The story about Alex Johnson a few weeks ago could have been about Tony, also. When Conigliaro was asked about Johnson he said that Alex had a problem deep inside that was eating away at him. Tony could have been talking about himself. Now that Tony has revealed his eye problem, it must mean that he doesn't belong in an "insane asylum," as stated by his manager. Phillips had no right to make a statement like that.
DEBBIE KOCH
Avoca, Pa.

A CLOWNING BLOW (CONT.)
Sirs:
I would like to respond to the letter of Chester Debnam (SI, July 12). If a man can crack jokes and clown around and still win the U.S., Canadian and British Open titles in four weeks, no less, my hat goes off to him. In our society too many people take their jobs too seriously. Trevino's attitude while playing tournament golf is outstanding. When you can have fun, earn money and honestly enjoy your livelihood, you are living life to its fullest. Incidentally, I have yet to hear of a complaint from a Trevino playing partner.
RICK FISHEL
St. Louis

HIT AWAY
Sirs:
As a physical-education teacher, Little League coach and an umpire for the Arizona Interscholastic Association and the Arizona Umpire's Association, I have had the privilege to umpire Iron Mike (SCORECARD, July 12). It is true that the games are high scoring and played in comparatively less time. But more importantly, Iron Mike returns fun to baseball. The fielders had no opportunity to "sleep" because the batters swung at 24 out of 25 pitches. In the 12 innings I umpired, there were only three called balls and one called strike—all the other pitches were swung at.

My years of experience have showed that the biggest fear of Little Leaguers, as well as older players, is being hit by a pitched ball. The chances of being hit by Iron Mike are nil. Therefore, hitting should improve tremendously. I don't think Sandy Koufax would approve, but I'm certain Ted Williams would agree that baseball in general would benefit by the universal use of Iron Mike.
RAY SNADER
Phoenix, Ariz.

Sirs:
There are no virtues in using a machine instead of a pitcher in Little League baseball. Having the boy who normally pitches stand by to field while the Iron Mike does the actual pitching supposedly saves the boy's arm from an injury that might come from throwing curveballs. To me this seems like just another bit of parental influence, which has already hurt the game so much. The challenge, experience and anxiety a Little League pitcher faces are irreplaceable ingredients in the recipe that eventually produces a skilled adult pitcher. Outlaw the curveball if you must, but keep the pitcher in the Little League.
DALE REHRER
Reading, Pa.

THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
Sirs:
While a cavalier dismissal of the Hills of Niagara (To the Brink—and Beyond, July 12) as madmen easily might have been made, I would like to commend Mark Kram for not doing so. Despite the commercialism that encumbers the natural beauty of Niagara Falls, this river precipice seems to have retained its majesty over man—witness the frustrations of its conquerors.

Although Red Hill Sr. and his progeny did not learn from the tragedy of Herman Melville's Captain Ahab, they both seem to share similar sentiments about following a parallel course to destruction. As Ahab said to a critical Starbuck, "All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event—in the living act, the undoubted deed—there, some unknown but still reasoning thing put forth the moldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask. If man will strike, strike through the mask! How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall?"

For Ahab, the wall was Moby Dick, while for the Hills, it was Niagara. Their quest to be Niagara's conquerors was Quixotic but, nonetheless, it was a search that many can sympathize with.
DANIEL CATTAU
Troy, Mich.

BEACH BOCCIE
Sirs:
Your article on boccie (New Life for an Old Ball Game, July 12) reminded me of a happy time that I would like to share. In 1966 my family and I were at Ocean City, Md. for a week's summer vacation, during which time we had some friends visit us. One of them brought a boccie outfit with him. We more or less simultaneously discovered that the beach is a great place to play boccie—you just smooth off two landing areas with a piece of driftwood plank, put down the little ball and toss the large balls underhand at it. A large crowd gathered to watch, but as far as I know nobody else had ever been seen doing this. It was marvelous fun, very good practice for softball pitching and a lot more interesting than good old horseshoes, considering the sandy landings.
DONALD L. SOMERVILLE, M.D.
Towson, Md.

RIPE ROOKIES
Sirs:
In SCORECARD (July 12), Roberto Clemente stated, "Players used to be 28 to 30 years old before they made it to the majors," while explaining that more younger players are making it today because of the additional openings created by expansion. Clemente should know better. How about an outfield of Willie Mays, Henry Aaron and Clemente. All three were only 20 years old when they became regulars (1951, 1954 and 1955, respectively). The number of teams and openings has little to do with it. The good players generally make good at an early age. They did so years ago, and always will.
BOB ALLEN
Milwaukee

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