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Shopwalk

HERE'S THE PUTTY THAT CAN PICK UP YOUR GRIP—AND THE SUNDAY COMICS

By Andy Meisler

Reminiscence

BOBBY THOMSON'S HOMER OPENED UP THE OLD WOUND OF A SANDLOT PLAYER

By Arnold Benson

Sideline

A DR. JEKYLL TENNIS PLAYER DISCOVERS MR. HYDE IN AN AMATEUR TOURNAMENT

By Michael Baughman

Georgia

STILL FLYING HIGH

Tennessee didn't bring Georgia down to earth as the Dogs' defense of their national title opened with a 44-0 win

By John Papanek

World Cup

FINE TIMES WEREN'T HAD BY ALL

The World Cup, track and field's biennial championships, was marred by fouls and foul-ups, but there was a lot of glory in Rome, too

By Kenny Moore

Buffalo Bills

THE BILLS ARE TOUGH TO PLAY

Based on the way it cashed in against the Jets, Buffalo can bank on a big year

By Paul Zimmerman

The Showdown

Sugar Should Frost Him

Thomas Hearns is an imposing physical presence, but in the showdown fight for the welterweight title, he'll find Sugar Ray Leonard too quick and too good

By Pat Putnam

...AND IN THIS CORNER

Emanuel Steward has been a laborer, a die setter, an auto worker and a trainer of young boxers. Now he has put his life on hold for Thomas Hearns

By William Nack

TV/Radio

Good but still not at the top

Brent Musburger as anchorman is only one of the many needed improvements in CBS's U.S. Open tennis coverage

By Frank Deford

Baseball

No slouch in the crouch

Oakland's Rickey Henderson may slump in the batter's box, but that's the only phase of his play that comes up short

By Jim Kaplan

THE WEEK (Aug. 31-Sept. 6)

By Herm Weiskopf

College Football

Make way for the new Guy

FSU Punter Rohn Stark has set his-sights on the NFL and '84 Olympics

By N. Brooks Clark

THE WEEK

By Bruce Newman

Golf

Crosby never gave up hope

The U.S. Amateur wasn't as funny as one of Bing's (and Bob's) Road shows, but it had a boffo ending as his son Nathaniel fought back from 4-down to win

By Barry McDermott

Schembechler

Bo

Schembechler's the name. Football's his game. Brash. Curmudgeon. Know-it-all. Ranter. Raver. Hates sportswriters. Don't talk to him when he loses. Or when he wins. This year his Michigan team will win a whole bunch. May even be national champs. You'd love him. They do in Ann Arbor.

By Douglas S. Looney

Yesterday

FASTER THAN A SPEEDING LOCOMOTIVE, MURPHY BIKED HIS WAY TO CELEBRITY

By Jerry H. Simpson Jr.

For The Record

A roundup of the week Aug. 31-Sept. 6

Compiled by Kathleen Andria

19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

19TH HOLE: THE READERS TAKE OVER

Edited by Gay Flood

Departments

LETTER FROM THE PUBLISHER

By Philip G. Howlett

SCORECARD

Edited by Robert W. Creamer

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