We need coaches like Will Muschamp
After reading players’ comments about Will Muschamp (“Florida fires Muschamp,” Sports, Nov. 17), I immediately thought about his late father, Larry Muschamp. Muschamp was principal of Darlington Lower School when my girls attended. He was beloved. He held high expectations for the children in his care and, as importantly, for their parents. He did not tolerate misbehavior and placed that monkey directly on the backs of parents. Parents and kids fell in line to make this man proud.
The comments from Coach Muschamps’ players, the respect they have for him and the actions he took to remove players from the team who violated rules of moral conduct reveal that he is his father’s son. What a wonderful tribute. His record with the Gators may be lousy, but as a human being, he has much to be proud of. This UGA fan is now a Will Muschamp fan. I love college football, but based on recent news about some programs, it is apparent we need more coaches like Muschamp, not fewer.
SUSAN BINNS, MARIETTA
Our leaders don’t see the ‘big picture’
All who live in the Atlanta metropolitan area should read “Coors Field vibe is what Braves want” (Metro, Nov. 16). Then, they will better understand why we are bogged down in an economic/quality of life/social malaise from which we might never recover. Our citizens and governing bodies are too caught up in their own prejudices, insecurities and myopic agendas to ever create and commit to the kinds of “big picture” strategies required to successfully move the region forward. Meanwhile, areas like Denver continue to grow, progress and prosper.
JIM SCHISLER, SANDY SPRINGS
Some men’s lives full of rage, envy
In response to “An American teenager” (News, Nov. 16), my 55 years have convinced me there’s a simple enough explanation why certain people — Geddy Kramer, Ted Bundy, etc. — do what they do. A certain kind of man, talentless and indolent, lives out his often short life full of rage, envy and humiliation over not having been born inexhaustibly wealthy as he has no doubt God really intended.
He oppresses himself daily, even hourly, with thoughts of palaces and penthouses, Corvettes he’ll never own, beautiful women he’ll never import by the yachtful to his private island, celebrities he’ll never hobnob with, sycophants he’ll never awe. Society, he shrills inwardly, cannot go unpunished for this theft of his destiny. Someone must suffer dreadfully because an actress, singer or supermodel is forever beyond his reach, his dream of creating the world’s finest man-cave impossible to realize.
DAN BOLES, ATLANTA
