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_______________ SALON'S OLYMPIC COVERAGE BY GARY KAMIYA AND CINTRA WILSON (02/07/98-02/20/98)

I just want to say that I enjoyed Gary Kamiya's insight into the Olympic Games. His coverage was so personal, and his perspective of the events made me feel as if I were there. I've never been much of a sports fan, but his column was read immediately after work each day. He is a wonderful journalist, and I do hope that he has a chance to publish more of his perceptive comments about sports and life soon.
-- Ted Johnson
Cintra Wilson's "Christlike and Redemptive Powers of Ice Hockey" was incandescently brilliant. She has single-handedly brought me back from the depths of Olympic ennui and cynicism into which I had sunk. Thank you so much.
-- David Orr
Cintra Wilson's vapid piece about the redemptive powers of hockey left me stunned. Overtly racist and willfully ignorant, her writing is empty of content, purpose and point. It's not even entertaining. I hope you don't pay her for this tripe:
"Hockey boys are squat, flat-nosed, indestructible types with small ears like fighting dogs, who fearlessly bash into each other with their eyes wide open at terrifying speeds."
Did your staff check to see if she actually ATTENDED a hockey game? The average American (Olympic) player is 6 feet 1 inch, 202 pounds. Czech? 6 feet, 198 pounds. Not Michael Jordan, but hardly "squat."
"I befriended the Russian mafiosi at the hockey game for precisely this reason."
It's one thing to describe a person in less-than-flattering fashion, quite another to tacitly accuse them of being involved in organized crime.
"These were clearly bad people, morally dyslexic no-necked vulgarians with gold teeth and scars, loutishly frightening to the small-boned Czechs suffering with political dignity in wire-rimmed glasses a few rows behind them."
Inexcusable racism. Disgusting.
-- Bruce Bullis
SALON | Feb. 23, 1998

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_______________ SALON'S OLYMPIC COVERAGE BY GARY KAMIYA AND CINTRA WILSON (02/07/98-02/20/98)
	I just want to say that I enjoyed Gary Kamiya's insight into the Olympic Games. His coverage was so personal, and his perspective of the events made me feel as if I were there. I've never been much of a sports fan, but his column was read immediately after work each day. He is a wonderful journalist, and I do hope that he has a chance to publish more of his perceptive comments about sports and life soon. -- Ted Johnson Cintra Wilson's "Christlike and Redemptive Powers of Ice Hockey" was incandescently brilliant. She has single-handedly brought me back from the depths of Olympic ennui and cynicism into which I had sunk. Thank you so much. -- David Orr Cintra Wilson's vapid piece about the redemptive powers of hockey left me stunned. Overtly racist and willfully ignorant, her writing is empty of content, purpose and point. It's not even entertaining. I hope you don't pay her for this tripe: "Hockey boys are squat, flat-nosed, indestructible types with small ears like fighting dogs, who fearlessly bash into each other with their eyes wide open at terrifying speeds." Did your staff check to see if she actually ATTENDED a hockey game? The average American (Olympic) player is 6 feet 1 inch, 202 pounds. Czech? 6 feet, 198 pounds. Not Michael Jordan, but hardly "squat." "I befriended the Russian mafiosi at the hockey game for precisely this reason." It's one thing to describe a person in less-than-flattering fashion, quite another to tacitly accuse them of being involved in organized crime. "These were clearly bad people, morally dyslexic no-necked vulgarians with gold teeth and scars, loutishly frightening to the small-boned Czechs suffering with political dignity in wire-rimmed glasses a few rows behind them." Inexcusable racism. Disgusting. -- Bruce Bullis SALON \| Feb. 23, 1998