No more Dream Team?Now that we have demonstrated that our...

SPORTS LETTERS

August 16, 1992

No more Dream Team?

Now that we have demonstrated that our basketball professionals are superior to anyone else's basketball professionals, perhaps, in 1996 we can return Olympic basketball to the college player.

As to the assertion that he understands the arguments against the "Dream Team", Mike Littwin, in his column of Aug. 9, understands about as much as the journalists covering the gladitorial contests in the ancient Roman Coliseum. The problem now, as then, is that the roaring crowd is in delirious agreement.

Carl G. Croyder

Baltimore

That's competition?

For Mike Littwin, the Dream Team might have evoked visions of "Ali fighting Louis," but for me, it triggered no visions, but rather memories of the great Joe Louis fighting poor Johnny Paycheck. Call it a lack of imagination on my part, call it a generation gap, but please don't call what we saw competition.

Joel Brooks

Baltimore

Blue Jays' blues

Just as with the terrorists in the movie "Die Hard," the Toronto Blue Jays, with the acquisitions of such veteran stars as Jack Morris and Dave Winfield, along with an already solid cast, had left nothing to chance in their drive to win their first World Series.

The only worry the Blue Jays had at the beginning of the season was wondering what team they will need to beat in the AL playoffs in order to catapult themselves into the World Series.

However, just as with the terrorists in "Die Hard," the Blue Jays didn't count on "one small thing." They didn't count on an up-and-coming young team that could possibly spoil their dream, and in the meantime, make heroes of themselves.

Never could the Blue Jays have imagined that it would be the Orioles who would be on the verge of stealing away their already wrapped up division title. That is what makes baseball the most magical of all sports -- for just as with life, you can never count out any one man or any one team. No matter what the odds may be.

Jeffrey F. Wiegand

Severna Park

Leave Cal alone

I don't understand how people can sit there and pick on Cal Ripken when they can perfectly see everything he's going through. It's not easy to play well when you don't even know who you'll be playing for next year. All that pressure does add up, and it does get tough.

Personally, I admire Cal. I think he's still doing great. I'm also upset at those people who say, "Let Cal go. With or without Cal Ripken, I'll still be an Orioles' fan." They obviously haven't been to many games. Sure, I'd probably still be an Orioles fan if Cal left. But you've got to admit, without Cal it would be like taking away the "O" from Orioles. As for all those people who think Cal isn't playing well, I'd like to see you out on the field with all that pressure.

Maria Rivera

Baltimore

Bored in Boston

During the weekend of July 31-Aug. 2, my wife and I watched the Orioles play the Boston Red Sox at Fenway Park. How great it was to see the "blue-collar" Orioles collapse the ivory tower of the "white-collar"

Red Sox.

The Red Sox are a collection of egotistical, stats-minded individuals who don't know the meaning of teamwork. On the field, they play baseball as though it's a game of tennis. Each player seems to play for himself, doing whatever it takes to serve his own self-seeking goal.

Many years ago, the Red Sox committed the greatest baseball blunder of all time. They sold a player named Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees. Ruth went on to become the greatest player who ever put on Yankees pinstripes.

Rather than learn by mistakes, the Sox sink deeper into a quicksand of errors.

In recent years, the Boston hierarchy has tried to improve its ballclub by signing mediocre free agents to multimillion dollar contracts.

Thinking the complexities of handling a bunch of misfit ballplayers could be resolved by firing a laid-back but winning manager, the Red Sox fired Joe Morgan. Then they hired a more aggressive but inexperienced (at the major-league level) Butch Hobson. A look at the current AL East standings reflects the results of this move.

To fellow Orioles fans: Be glad we have Johnny Oates, Cal Ripken, Brady Anderson, Mike Devereaux and Ben McDonald. We could be stuck with general manager Lou Gorman, an over-the-hill Wade Boggs and the self-possessed rebel, Roger Clemens. Perish the thought.

A. Bill Kearns

Boston

Hail, Ripkens

I am writing in response to a letter published in The Sun on Aug. 10 that said Eli Jacobs should get rid of Cal Ripken and send Bill Ripken and Cal Sr. along to keep him company. I cannot imagine how any Orioles fan could even think to mention that, and I know many fans would be heartbroken to see one Ripken leave, much less all three. So I suggest to this "fan" that he think about what the Orioles would be like without the Ripkens, because maybe then he'll see that his comment was foolish and ignorant.

Stacey Long

Millersville

Oates is poor manager

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