The Final Predix

Since this is my final football column, I thought it would be only proper to print some of the letters that The Crimson has received over the course of the fall regarding yours truly. Just as I've shared my predictions with you over the autumn months, now I'd like to share some of my mail.

To the editors of The Crimson:

Please get that jerk Savit off the newspaper. He's the worst example of journalism I've ever seen. And not only that, he's not even funny. Either Savit goes or I'll start reading the Independent. If it ever comes, that is. Yours truly,   Savoir is Unfair

To the editors of The Crimson:

Savit's personal life is boring. Thank God he's graduating.   Yours truly,   Wallowing in Winthrop

Dear Crimson,

Please tell Mr. Savit to stop taking my name in vain.   Sincerely yours,   G-d

To the editors of The Crimson:

Please inform my son that he should do some more homework and spend less time writing for your newspaper. He's at Harvard to get an education, you know, not to write me letters. Besides, he calls home four times a week as well.   Sincerely,   Sybil K. Savit

To the editors of The Crimson:

Mike Who?   Not so truly yours,   Wellesley C.

And now that you've read some of the fan mail -- and I'm laying all my cards on the table -- I'd like to thank Columbia's Leo de Lion, who picks the weekly Ivy contests from Morningside Heights, for presenting me with the 1977 Leo de Lion award, given annually to that person whose Ivy football prognostications and wit come closest to matching his.

As for this week's selections, well, it's hard to accept the fact that this is it. After tomorrow it's over. Some of us -- my brother, for instance, who's been prelaw since the age of four -- have a future to look forward to, but as for me, it's hard to go anywhere when the highlight of your resume is the Leo de Lion Award. Especially when your career prediction records will be just shy of .800.

So -- and I never thought this day would come -- here are, for the last time, this week's winners:

Harvard at Yale -- No kidding now. The Crimson is incredibly psyched, and will take the best parts of the Dartmouth and Penn games and replay them in front of 70,000 disbelievers at the Bowl in New Haven.

Two late Eli touchdowns will be two too late, as Harvard will jump ahead and take its share of the Ivy title. Harvard 28, Yale 22, and if you don't believe me now, just check out the special program the Yale Daily News will pass out before the game.

Dartmouth at Penn -- In a word, irrelevant. Dartmouth 17, Penn 10.

Columbia at Brown -- In two words, extremely boring. Brown 26, Columbia 16.

Cornell at Princeton -- In three words, do you care? Princeton 16, Cornell 14.

Last week: Three right, one wrong (.750).

Season: 32 right, seven wrong (.821)

Season minus Harvard games: 28 right, three wrong (.903).

Season minus Harvard games when I would have picked the opposition: 32 right, six wrong (.842).

Career: 98 right, 26 wrong (.790). and since the only way I can reach .800 is via a 6-0 week, I'll also take Texas and Michigan over whomever they're playing. See you around The Class of '78 pre-game tent, sports. M.K.S.