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Masterful Performance

As an avid golfer who loves the Masters but hates its pomposity,
I busted a gut reading Rick Reilly's story on Tiger's third win
at Augusta (Killer Instinct, April 22). "The unmistakable aroma
of Eau d'Oink" and other irreverent references made me think of
Masters-exiled CBS announcer Gary McCord's reading the article
and toasting Rick for the size of his, uh, chutzpah. I guess
they'll be watching future Masters together from the comfort of
the Augusta Hooters.
Gainesville, Fla.

I am shocked and offended at Reilly's relentless characterization
of Tiger Woods as a killer--and your editorial acceptance of it.
Despicable imagery, using such words as luger, tank, hit men,
graves and tombstones, goes on and on. These metaphors for
describing sports, criticized in a post-Sept. 11 SCORECARD (Oct.
1) essay by Jack McCallum, insult Woods's consummate and
exemplary decency.
DALE MEAD, Cupertino, Calif.

Reilly's article was more informative and entertaining than
watching the final round of the Masters on TV. The problem is
that when Rick has an article and his column, I don't know which
one to read first.
Navarre, Fla.

After reading how Tiger beat the enemy and got the money, the
girl and a cold brew, we probably should be referring to him as
Woods, Tiger Woods.
JOAN ACKERMAN, Monterey, Calif.

Reilly's otherwise brilliant article on Tiger Woods's victory at
the Masters was tainted by his penchant for quoting Earl Woods.
Earl is the epitome of what's wrong with parental involvement in
kids' athletics: an over-involved dad who takes the limelight
away from his child and believes he is the reason for his kid's
success. You'd think Tiger was a tennis player.
STEVE ALLEN, New Wilmington, Pa.

Marathon Man

It was nice to revisit Alberto Salazar (CATCHING UP WITH, April
22). However, the article begins, "Alberto Salazar has no desire
to be known as the last great American marathoner, but that's
exactly what he is." Well, in case you didn't notice--and it
looks that way--an American set a world record in the London
Marathon on April 14. Khalid Khannouchi broke his own mark in a
long-anticipated, epic race against two of the greatest distance
runners ever, Ethiopia's Haile Gebrselassie and Kenya's Paul
Tergat. The often overlooked Khannouchi is an American citizen
who was born and raised in Morocco, but this does not make him
any less an American. Just ask Alberto Salazar, who was born in
Cuba. The greatest marathoner in the world today is an American!
JIM HANSEN, Nashua, N.H.

Make-Believe Teams

It's comical that fantasy geeks waste their time cheering on
their teams (THE LIFE OF REILLY, April 22). It's ridiculous that
they spend hours in front of computers and televisions or at
stadiums worrying about whether their collection of athletes will
be able to win games that don't mean anything. And it's horrible
that they're spending hours away from their families. They should
instead spend that time cheering on teams created by guys like
Bud Selig, Al Davis and Donald Sterling.
IAN ALLAN, Bothell, Wash.

I feel so shallow. No more cheering for my arbitrarily assembled
fantasy team. Rather, I'll root for my arbitrarily assembled
hometown pro and so-called amateur teams. Thanks for showing me
the light.

In my league, on Opening Day every team has a shot to win the
whole thing, not the eight to ten teams that contend in MLB. If
not for fantasy baseball I would have given up on a sport that
meant the world to me just over a decade ago.
TOM CORBY, Hamilton, N.J.

The guys in the Security Baseball League not only do not fear
women but also saw fit to invite me--a woman--to become an
expansion team owner in 1999. This is especially significant
since 70% of our owners are Yankees fans, and they voted me in
despite my gender and my preference for the Mets. The only time
they might have feared me was when I drafted an unknown rookie
named Lance Berkman and they realized Team Gotham's owner was
probably smarter than they had thought.
JODIE REMICK, Centerport, N.Y.

Touching Moment

I'm an avid reader of SI and usually don't find anything too
controversial--keep the swimsuit issue coming--but I can't figure
out why you ran a picture of Shaquille O'Neal grabbing his crotch
while napping (Laker Diary, April 22). If he's "handling his
bizness," then keep it his business and off the pages of your
BRIAN DEAN, Hopedale, Mass.


A production error led to the inadvertent deletion of two lines
of text in one sentence and the duplication of some text in most
newsstand copies of SI's May 6 story on Drew Bledsoe (Drew's
Crew). The sentence that began on page 42 and continued on page
43 should have read, "The 6'5", 240-pound Bledsoe also
understands as well as anyone how quickly things can change in
the NFL. Fourteen months ago, after signing a 10-year, $103
million extension with the Patriots, Bledsoe heard team owner
Robert Kraft compare him to New England sports legends Ted
Williams, Bill Russell and Larry Bird." --ED.