HOW MANY MILES TO CAMELDT? The All-American Sport Myth by Jerry Izenberg

HOW MANY MILES TO CAMELDT? The All-American Sport Myth

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Jerry (Izzy) Izenberg is tough, see. Like Damon Runyon tough. Yeah, at least that tough. Sure he loves America and its sports OK. But things are going downhill. He's sick and tired of athlete exploitation, for example. By everybody from little-league parents to ""the carpetbagging con men who run so much of professional sports in this country."" And he says so in his gutsy syndicated sociocultural sports column for the Newark Star Ledger. Izzy's been at this business for 21 years, getting more and more fed up while searching for Camelot, that time (his youth) when sport meant clean fun and college tries, not dirty money and ""more foul-mouthed drunks at professional football games than the emergency ward at Bellevue sees in a year of Saturday nights."" Well, yeah, baby, yeah. And a lot more. Consider racism in the dugout or Bowie's office. Consider the sham of amateur competition. Consider all those franchise rapes of places like Seattle and Milwaukee. Izzy's column draws bags of ""fan"" mail. Like when he defended Ali in the early days it usually began ""Dear Kike Freeloader. Jew sportswriters like you. . . ."" Some call that stuff hitting below the belt. But Izzy's tough, y'know? And Camelot? On the far side of yesterday. And that's how it is today in sports, fellas.

Pub Date: June 5th, 1972
Publisher: Holt, Rinehart & Winston