Keeping score on sexism
Hmm . . . did anyone else get the impression that Mike Littwin might be just the teensiest bit sexist? In his column June 7, he attacked gymnastics, rhythmic gymnastics, diving, ice skating and synchronized swimming, declaring that these are not "sports." All of these, however, just happen to be sports in which women are active and successful participants. Rhythmic gymnastics and synchronized swimming are exclusively women's sports, and the others mentioned above enjoy the participation of women equally, if not more than, that of men (as opposed to, say, women's soccer, which is not nearly as publicized as men's.) Also, Littwin implied that to be a "top" sport (such as pro baseball, in which women aren't even allowed to be umpires) spitting should be involved. This most disgusting habit is almost exclusively employed by men. Littwin implied, too, that the only women's sport he would "happily" attend would be tennis. I have something to tell him: Monica Seles doesn't wear hair ribbons.
The latest tourist trap
Where are all the good TV shows when you need them? I know I would have won the "That's Incredible" T-shirt (or whatever they gave away) with the story about the tour of Oriole Park. Charging up to $4 to tour a stadium built with state funds -- That's Incredible! I might have been able to go along with it if the money were to go to charity, but the Orioles and the Maryland Stadium Authority have seen fit to keep it themselves.
I realize the days of the owner also being a fan are gone. We in Baltimore even have some prior experience, but at least he was fun to watch during airport interviews. What's next, Mr. Jacobs, 1-900-YO-MR. ELI, so we can pay to hear what you will be eating in your sky box?
Just to show you there are no hard feelings, Mr. Jacobs, here's a hint for you. I would suggest that you require birth certificates for everyone over 2 years old. I wouldn't want one of those sneaky 3-year-olds passing himself off for 2, and beating you out of the $1.50 you so richly deserve.
S. D. Rochfort
Coverage right on track
I am writing to say thank you to Paul McMullen and his coverage of the NCAA track and field championships in Austin, Texas. The coverage provided quality, in that it covered the whole meet while also giving proper recognition to the local athletes who were performing. As a track and field athlete and a big fan, I have often found The Sun's coverage to be rather poor. Too often the only mention of a big meet would only be a result sheet on the back page. The only time any real space was given was when something bad happened.
Brian P. King
Orioles win; fans lose out
I took my boy Joey out to the ballpark to watch the Orioles the other night, as I've done a few times a month for the past four years. As usual, we were there two hours before game time to make sure to get a place on the fence so he could talk to the players during practice. But something was different Friday night before that wonderful game against Toronto; the same thing that has been different at the last couple of games we have been to. It's the attitude of the Orioles. The .600 Orioles are not nearly as warm and friendly as the .300 Orioles.
I remember a time not long ago when Brady Anderson and Chris Hoiles were so happy just to be recognized that they would sign anything they could get their hands on; a time when Mike Devereaux told the kids he'd be over in a minute and he meant it; a time when Sam Horn went into the dugout to get a baseball to sign for Joey because Joey didn't have one of his cards.
Now we get excuses. "We can only sign during batting practice." "I don't have time now."
This season, this .600 season, it seems the only ones we can count on are Gregg Olson and Rick Dempsey. I do have to admit that Bill Ripken has given Joey two baseballs, but those were tossed to him from a distance and gave him no opportunity to talk to Bill up close. When you're 6, it's not the autograph, it's the warm, friendly feeling you get when an Oriole asks you your name and talks to you for just a minute.
5/8 We were returning from a baseball card show this past weekend, when my 7-year-old son asked why the '92 Ryne Sandberg card he had just won on a dealer's "crap shoot" was valued at $1.25. I suggested it was because he's likely the best second baseman and the highest-paid player in the game today, and, that from published reports, he earns $7 million a year in salary alone.
It was clear he found such information fascinating, but I didn't feel he appreciated the magnitude of that salary, so I elaborated. If all the teachers at your school (kindergarten through fifth, at the Annapolis area Christian School) work all their lives, it is unlikely that they'll earn as much as Sandberg does in one year. "All together?" he asked. "Yes, all together." "Wow!"