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THANKS, PUDGE

He was our baseball bridge from the horrible to the possible, the guy who lays his coat over a dirty puddle of water and allows you to safely walk across. Pudge Rodriguez may not have lived up to his Hall of Fame reputation every single at-bat as a Tiger, but he was...
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JONES’ THRILL RIDE HALTED

The ninth inning arrived Sunday and the Tigers had a lead. It was Todd Jones Time.Except, suddenly, it wasn’t.Jones, the mustached right-hander who has always been a stand-up guy, had been told to sit down. His job was gone. The reliever had been relieved....
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ACTORS GOING BY THE (COMIC) BOOK

I’m a very serious actor. And I’m wearing a cape.I’ve done Shakespeare in the Park. I’ve done Circle Rep. I’ve done experimental performance art workshops in which I played a half-eaten apple.I’m a very serious actor.And I’m...
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TRADE REVEALS MUCH ABOUT BOTH SIDES

It was a ghastly trade, flesh and blood for two boxes of bones. Many criticized it. Some could not bear to watch it. But if anything showed the difference between Israel and Hizballah in last week’s exchange of two dead Israeli soldiers for five live prisoners...
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JUDGE JACKSON BY HIS WHISPERS

There aren’t many things that would make me say of a fellow man, “I want to cut his n—s off.” So when Rev. Jesse Jackson was caught mumbling that toward Barack Obama (into a mike that Jackson didn’t know was on) I figured Obama must have...
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WHEN A BALLPARK DIES, PART OF US DOES, TOO

I took a drive last week to say good-bye to an old friend. I came off the highway, turned down a familiar street and there she was, right in front of me.

She did not look good. She was pale and broken down. Even the work she’d had done a few years ago now had decayed. She was spilling out, peeling, her fabrics were torn, and she looked none too steady on her feet. The summer sky was gray and she seemed to have a cloud affixed permanently over her head – along with cranes, tractors and trucks by her sides.

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Every Home A Gun; Everyone A Shooter?

So everyone has a gun.

Let’s start with that idea. Everyone has a gun. What will this mean? In the minds of some people – those who think last week’s Supreme Court decision protecting gun ownership was wonderful – it means if you come after me now, I can take you down.

If you try to take what’s mine, I can defend myself – by shooting you dead, if need be.

If I’m scared, I don’t need to be, because I have my gun. If you scare me and I want to scare you back, I can, because I have my gun.

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A Newborn’S Courage Offers Perspective

I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately. I’ve had some dark clouds, and all I could see were my own problems.

Then, about 10 days ago, I got an e-mail. It was from a couple I know in Grand Rapids, Brian and Kathy. Beautiful people. Energetic. Upbeat. They have two young daughters and were expecting a third any day.

The e-mail, I figured, was the birth announcement.

I was sort of right.

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A Picture’S Worth A Thousand Votes

With all the problems facing this country, the issue of “who sits where” shouldn’t rank very high.

But last week it did, after two Muslim women were denied seats behind Barack Obama at his rally at Joe Louis Arena, seats that would have placed them in full view of the TV cameras broadcasting his speech.

The women were moved away, they said, because they each wore a hijab, the traditional Muslim head scarf. That image, volunteers told them, was politically sensitive for Obama.