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December 29, 2003
Line KingsWhen I read No Pain, No Gain (Dec. 8), I had butterflies in my stomach. I just finished my senior season of high school football, and playing on the offensive line is tough. We check after a game to see who has the most paint from the other team on his helmet. My team's running back had 203 yards rushing in our state championship game. To me, that's a compliment. We're proud when our quarterback finishes the game with a clean jersey and our backs walk away smiling. To those who think linemen are big, fat, dumb mammals: Bring it!DANIEL HARTSELL, Albemarle, N.C.
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December 29, 2003

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Line Kings
When I read No Pain, No Gain (Dec. 8), I had butterflies in my stomach. I just finished my senior season of high school football, and playing on the offensive line is tough. We check after a game to see who has the most paint from the other team on his helmet. My team's running back had 203 yards rushing in our state championship game. To me, that's a compliment. We're proud when our quarterback finishes the game with a clean jersey and our backs walk away smiling. To those who think linemen are big, fat, dumb mammals: Bring it!
DANIEL HARTSELL, Albemarle, N.C.

Now my son, a single-wing center for his 95-pound team, can replace the Brett Favre poster in his room.
REANNE DUNN, Vienna, Va.

I'm a high school offensive line coach, and all my players will be getting this article. You did a superb job of recognizing that we are an elite fraternity of men. I especially appreciate the irony of defensive linemen going nuts about making one play after being continually stymied. Thanks for explaining both the technical and pride factors of playing the offensive line.
JEREMY BRADEN, Onawa, Iowa

A Lefty's Legacy
I hope that Roger Clemens, Pedro Martinez and every other cowardly beanball practitioner reads Roger Kahn's tribute to the great Warren Spahn (SCORECARD, Dec. 8). Spahn's refusal to throw at batters shows he was man enough to play by the rules. Intentionally throwing at hitters is gutless and dishonorable, adjectives that will never be associated with Warren Spahn.
STEVE COSTELLO LEVITTOWN, N.Y.

Toys in the Attic
Steve Rushin's Toys Were Us (AIR AND SPACE, Dec. 8) reminds me of just how unrealistic, simpleminded and tremendously fun all our games were. If we wanted our game to be played in snowy conditions, we didn't scroll down a Game Conditions menu, we simply took our table hockey game out to the patio and really played the game in the snow.
STEVE SCHULZ, Lake Geneva, Wis.

Forty years ago when my two brothers and I were gloriously engulfed in Strat-O-Matic baseball, every game was a sellout, there was never a rainout, and the only time a game was postponed was when Mom called out, "Dinner's ready," and we had to clear the table.
JON WILLIAMS, Fort Smith, Ark.

Thanks for validating my midlife crisis. My 2003 binge of buying the games of my childhood can now be excused. It was certainly cheaper than buying a sports car.
CHRIS WAGNER, Syracuse, N.Y.

Curt Answers
It's amazing what a little computer wizardry can do for a photo (Now Pitching for Boston..., Dec. 8). The illusion of Curt Schilling in a Red Sox uniform atop the mound at Fenway seems so real, right down to what looks to be an uninterested Manny Ramirez in leftfield.
ROBERT CARROLL, Plymouth, Mass.

It's blasphemous that a man who named his son Gehrig has joined the Red Sox!
HENRY GETTENBERG, Madison, Conn.

Jazzed
When I read that SI projected coach Jerry Sloan and the Utah Jazz to end up in last place this year ( NBA SCOUTING REPORTS, Oct. 27), it was pretty disheartening. Of course, we Jazz fans are ecstatic about the surprising play of Jerry's Kids (The Jazz Has a Brand-new Beat, Dec. 8), but we're also ecstatic that SI swallowed its pride and did a great feature article.
CHRIS LARSEN, Layton, Utah

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