Letters

SLAM!
Your NBA championship cover photograph (June 22) was great! One picture told it all: Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. What a fitting tribute to the greatness of the Lakers. Hail to Kareem and to Magic Johnson for one heck of a job.
JUDY SERRA
Belleville, N.J.

I hate the Lakers and love the Celtics, but, oh, what a cover! One of the best I've seen. My compliments to photographer Peter Read Miller.
DAVID SMITH
Belmont, Mass.

Enclosed are the shreds of your June 22 cover. You have finally crossed the fine line. When the Celtics win the championship, they maybe make the cover, while the boys from La La Land get a foldout!
MIKE ABRAMS
Sudbury, Mass.

GLITZ
I am a longtime Boston Celtics fan and the last thing I wanted to read about was "Glitz Time in La La Land" (Me and My Good Friends, June 15). The mere sight of that Los Angeles crowd was nauseating. But after laughing all the way through Curry Kirkpatrick's piece, I could only hope that while the showbiz kids were "doing lunch," they also had a chance to glance at the article. Well done, Curry!
KEVIN REILLY
Springfield, Mass.

I want to thank my very good friend Curry for his article about all of our very good friends at the Forum. What a wonderfully fun story!
DEBBIE MCFARLANE
Portland, Ore.

Offensive foul on Kirkpatrick for his slam dunk of Albany, N.Y., (or as he would have it, "Albany—yuck—N.Y."). His derogation of New York's capital is pure dribble. Just ask Laker coach Pat Riley, who grew up in Schenectady, a three-point shot away from Albany. I'm sure Riley would come to my defense and criticize Kirkpatrick for his poor shot selection.
MARY BETH LABATE
Waterford, N. Y.

Kirkpatrick is so cool he can put down the capital of New York, my hometown. Geez, maybe my good friend Mike Tyson, from Catskill, N.Y., should come visit his house.
MIKE PLANTE
Grand Junction, Colo.

My favorite sportswriter used to be Curry—yuck—Kirkpatrick.
LOIS A. STIGLMEIER
Albany, N.Y.

SOPHISTICATES
I am absolutely crushed! By my 30th birthday, I had completed only 51 of Rick Reilly's 53 requirements to qualify as a male sports sophisticate (POINT AFTER, June 22). Fortunately, fulfilling the 52nd one, albeit belatedly, was easy. I dug through the closet in my office, located my old Jack Kramer tennis racket and discarded it. Now all I have to do is wait for the Knicks to call and offer me a coaching position.

Rest assured I have not given up hope. As you know, the opera's not over till the fat lady sings.
DONALD K. BYRNES
Alhambra, Calif.