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MINNEAPOLIS. Minn., Oct. 5--The amount of angry mail that has crossed sports editors' desks in this town since Minnesota dropped a football game to Washington last week is incredible. It makes the angry Marine Corps sound like a bunch of clubwomen discussing a neighbor who undresses with the shades up.
Just how important football is in this Big Ten town is unbelievable to the raw Easterner. If you picked up the paper any morning in the fall, you'd think Bernie Bierman was grooming a national championship team instead of a mediocre squad. No less than four radio stations carried play-by-play broadcasts of the Washington game, complete with pre-game hot air from the local wizards and post-game dissection by other analysts.
Some people out here say about 99 percent of the people--cannot understand that it takes a good Big Ten team to crush a good Coast team. A poor one cannot do it, especially on the Coast. Washington made the huge Minnesota line (average weight from end to end: 215 pounds) look like hippopotami in quicksand, while an excellent runner named Hugh McElhenny ran rings around a green defensive backfield.
This week, the prospect is brighter. The Gophers return to their home stadium, an uncomfortable horseshoe of concrete which boasts excellent acoustics and lousy vision. Here they were once invincible, and some think they still are. Anyway, they play Nebraska, which looked good last week, but you know . . .
The word is that Bierman is slipping. If he runs onto just one little banana peel this fall, the otherwise fairminded citizens of Minneapolis will ride him out of town with zest.
Poor Bernie. He must lie awake nights just thinking of what happened to his old pal Stuhldreher over at Wisconsin.
Men Wept When Flock Fell
The passing of the Brooklyn Dodgers from the scene last weekend attracted little attention compared to the monstrous demise of the local beef trust. But there were a few grown men weeping on Sunday night, and some children were observed crying aloud around a radio set at about 4 p.m. (CST).
It was typical, of course, that the Dodger run came on a hit which simply refused to bounce off a perfectly good screen. The seasoned fan expected the next batter to hit the sign and win a free suit, or to take three bases on a foul bunt.
When it didn't happen, we knew it was all over. Three times this year they put three men on third base at once, but last Sunday the spark was gone.
And today the world's champion baseball player proved that it didn't matter. They love DiMaggio here, too.
(Mr. Bailey, a faithful supporter of the Brooklyn baseball team and a former sportswriter for this newspaper, is now employed by the Minneapolis Star and Tribune. Incidentally, Nebraska defeated Minnesota, 32 to 26.)
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