North And South Meet At Western Michigan
This is a college story. A young man named Bobby Madison arrived in Kalamazoo a few years ago. He came to play basketball. He came from Alabama, a small town with an elastic plant and a barbecue joint. He knew nothing of Michigan, except that it was cold. Snow? He’d seen snow. A few times. Near Birmingham. Down there, he says, if it snows three inches “we miss school for five days.”
He unpacked his bags and waited in the dorm room.
“Then this tall skinny kid comes in,” Madison recalls, “and I said, ‘Well, I guess this is my roommate.’ “
HOCKEY COULD STOP FIGHTING IN A HEARTBEAT
There’s this line in the movie “Reds” in which an old woman offers this philosophy:”Men like war. If they didn’t, they would have stopped it years ago.”The same can be said about hockey violence. It doesn’t just happen when...
MANNY THANKS! HE SITS GRACEFULLY AGAIN
It was halfway through Tuesday’s practice, and 31-year-old Manny Legace was fishing pucks out of the net. Dave Lewis, his coach, skated over and gave him the news.”I’m gonna start Cujo on Thursday,” Lewis said.Legace nodded. And that was...
Downsizing Our Food Isn’T The Answer
You know White Castle, right? The hamburger place? Sells those good, greasy
“sliders,” which are really mini-burgers, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand?
Does anyone eat just one of those? No. People buy four. Six. Twelve. Whatever. They eat until they’re beyond full. In some cases, they eat more than they would if the burgers were large, because it feels as if you’re eating less when the portions are shrunk.
Golf Needs To Be More Like Hockey
At first, when I heard the latest “pampered golfer” incident — that Davis Love III threatened to stop playing last Sunday unless an unruly fan was ejected — I wasn’t going to comment. This is not a new issue. Golfers love their silence. They treat it as a birthright. The fact that other major sports play in loud, raucous environments means nothing to them. Golf is “special.” Fine. Whatever.
But then I saw the comments from Tim Finchem, the PGA Tour chief. He sympathized with Love’s plight, and agreed that something needed to be done.
“This isn’t hockey,” Finchem said.
‘Rings’ Casts Spell And Turns Him Into Geek
And I am now a geek.
So this is what it feels like.
I never thought as a geek before. I never embraced geekdom. But I cannot deny it. Tonight, during the Academy Awards, while others root for serious dramatic fare — serial killers, abuse victims, lonely salesmen — I will be rooting for orcs, elves and dwarfs. I will be wishing for wizards. Hoping for hobbits.
“Lord of The Rings” geek?
Guilty.
TIME IS RUNNING OUT FOR U-M’S ROBINSON
The thing about college sports is that the clock is always ticking. From the moment you arrive, the hourglass is turned over, and every advance is marked with another drop of sand. Turning sophomore means your freshman year is over; becoming a junior means your...
The Son Must Refute Father’S Hateful Rants
My sister married a wonderful guy. His father was a Hungarian Jew. During World War II, he and his eight brothers and sisters were imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps. Some were killed in gas chambers. Others were put on a boat that was deliberately sunk.
By the war’s end, my brother-in-law’s father was the only one left. For years, his wife would find bread stuffed under his pillow, a habit from Nazi starvation.
Every now and then some nut case says the Holocaust was faked. Usually, you dismiss him as pathetic.
Good-Guy Pistons Risk It Despite Wallace’S Bad Rep, Dumars Makes Big Deal
Win. Spin. To do the former, you often need to do the latter. The wheels began turning in Detroit on Thursday afternoon, the moment Rasheed Wallace, a big, volatile guy whose former owner all but threw a party when he finally dumped him, joined the Pistons in a three-team trade. The Pistons are a team that prides itself on selfless, blue-collar behavior. Wallace fits that bill the way Janet Jackson fits “overdressed.”
