The NFL cheerleading revolution is spreading, spreading . . .
Baltimore . . . Miami . . . now Cincinnati going for a sexier look with auditions this week to pick 24 Ben-Gals - who will strut in jungle sarongs (in December?)
Los Angeles . . . The Rams have completed their tryouts of 800 hopefuls and selected 29 lovelies - nearly every one a beauty queen or Tournament of Roses princess, a model or an aspiring actress - and named their pep squad the Sundancers . . .
And they're all out of to outdo the photogenic bunch that, just like their Cowboys, is way out front.
All, that is, but the Redskins, whose productions specialists, Joel Margolis, kidded (?): "Do you know any good-looking girls who might join our Redskinette dancers? Notice, I said dancers, not showgirls - we're not out to imitate the Dallas Cowgirls. Couldn't if we wanted to, it looks like, because the Dallas cheerleaders go about 5-foot-7, and around here we don't find that many that size. Most of them come in at 5-2 or 5-3, for some reason" . . .
So has George Allen indeed gone to greener pastures?
Reader John S. Reynolds returned a Washington Post subscription renewal slip with no renewal but this note: "My sole reason for subscribing to your paper was George Allen's Redskins. I liked the paper in spite of your biased or misinformed reporting negative to the coaching and personell (sic) genius of George Allen. Now that George Allen is in L.A., I will subsribe to those teams to follow the Super Bowl bound coach." That's one less Post reader in Santa Barbara, Calif. . .
As for the Cowboys, Roger Staubach said yesterday in New York that at 36, "My arm and legs are as good as they have ever been. I am in perfect shape." The champions' leader does it all to stay physically fit in the offseason, including weights - and to help him along that line he might now heft the object of his trip to the Apple, a 2-foot-high, 60-pound bronze trophy as Pro Quarterback of the year, courtesy of a magazine poll of football writers.
At the Special Olympics awards luncheon in New York City May 31, among honor recipients will be Bryan Watson of the hockey Capitals - athlete No. 1 internationally in distinguished service to the mentally retarded through sports. He really works at that, too . . . Another laurable venture is the U.S. Association for Blind Athletes, whose annual meet this spring drew 350 competitors from 33 states, double the first year's participants. Scott Brennan, an 11th grader at Laurel High School, took part in the event at Western Illinois U., and his mother, Mary Phillips, wants people to know it was a "fantastic experience" for Scott and the other youngsters competing in wrestling, track, goal ball, swimming; Brennan won a bronze metal in the 3,000-meter run. The Lions Clubs help mightily in this program, and Phillips urges the area schools to try to get behind the program in time to help more from here enjoy the experience at the national meet in Seattle.
Eddy Merckx, bicycle racing's greatest, said on retiring at 33, "The doctors have forbidden me to race again in high-level competition and I accept their judgment." The three-time world road-cycling champion and five-time Tour de France victor did not specify the medical reasons for his decision to turn to directing the team of his sponsoring firm . . . The annual Smirnoff Sailplane Derby from Los Angeles to Dulles international Airport never got here this year because of too much bad weather. The event that began May 2 was curtailed at Latrobe, Pa., and the winter in the field of five glider pilots, Karl Striedieck, 41, of Pittsburgh proceeded (we guess) to Washington by other means to pick up his trophy . . . Billy Myers, 17, accepted the Governor's Cup as Maryland point-to-point steeplechase champion rider Sunday at the Potomac Club, Potomac, after a third-time's-the-charm at Middletown Valley. The first two years the cup was contested, it came down to the final race at that site with Myers ahead in the standings; both times Myers' mount, Frost Time, fell and another rider gained the laurels. This time Myers and Frost Time won the climax and the cup, presented by the Historic Annapolis Association.
Dr. Scott Linscott of Seattle is quoted on this one from Virginia Mason Hospital there so it must be so:
Man has heart attack 11 a.m. Sunday and is rushed to the hospital an hour before Sonics-Bullets game one. His first request in coronary care unit: to watch the game on TV. Then his heart stops beating. Doctors work feverishly to revive him, pumping his chest, finally bring him around, insert a tube into his windpipe.
"He couldn't talk," relates Linscott, "but he motioned for a piece of paper and pencil. He wrote that he wanted to know what the Sonics score was. This was from a guy that had been dead." The patient kept pleading by notes until "finally the nurses let him watch the game." He saw the SuperSonics come back from the dead - and, Lindscott adds, after the game the patient was resting comfortably . . .