Life Isn’T Ducky, But It’S No Time For Panic
MITCH ALBOMLife, as you get older, is less about what you learn than what you remember. Same goes for hockey. Especially playoff hockey. This is not training camp or some summer skate, where you work on your new moves. Playoffs are when you rely on instinct. Success depends on what kicks in.
SCOTTY ON THE SIDEBOWMAN FIRST-CLASS GUEST ON PLAYOFF RIDE
Tonight, when they drop the puck, he’ll be in a Red Wings box at Joe Louis Arena. And this weekend, when the Wings fly west, he’ll be on the plane, in “one of the seats up front.” He won’t say much, he claims. But he’ll be with them...
HE CAN NEVER REALLY LEAVE IRAQ BEHIND
Dr. Gazi George lives here, in Michigan. You might run into him at the supermarket or the shopping mall. He might be standing around when you and your friends discuss the war in Iraq.But he would have his own thoughts.He would be thinking about the time outside...
GRIN AND BRRR ITA COLD DAY AT THE PARK AND AT THE PLATE IN TRAM’S DEBUT
The day broke with a snowfall and the wind whipped cold. When the ballpark opened, workers scattered salt on the pavement so that people wouldn’t slip. Fans in overcoats moved stiffly through the turnstiles. Some wore ski caps. Others wore gloves. Still, as time...
Nobody Roots For Goliath, So We’Re The Bully
America is the big guy. Iraq is the small guy. Because of that, no matter what we do, certain perceptions will never change.
So even though America, the big guy, has an army of volunteers, while Iraq, the small guy, pulls men from their homes and threatens to kill their loved ones if they don’t fight — we, the big guy, are the bully.
And even though America, the big guy, wears army uniforms and rides in army tanks, while Iraq, the small guy, wears civilian clothes and drives Toyotas and blends in, waiting for an ambush — we, the big guy, are the bully.
LORBEK’S TRANSITION FROM SLOVENIA IS THE STUFF OF GREAT STORIES
Iam talking to Erazem Lorbek. The first question is obvious.”How many of your teammates ever heard of your country?” I ask.The answer is also obvious.”None,” he says.I tell him what I knew of his country. I tell him the first time I heard of...
Trying To Find Yourself In The Toughest Times
“It is not the critic who counts. . . . The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly
. . . and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
— Teddy Roosevelt
War Coverage Did Not Start With Cable Tv
Like most Americans, I have been glued to my TV, watching the war in Iraq. My channel of choice has been CNN. After a while, I began to notice a name I hadn’t heard before: Walter Rodgers.
There it was again. Walter Rodgers. I wondered whether this was a general, or a strategist, or maybe a soldier exhibiting great bravery, given that his name
— Walter Rodgers! Walter Rodgers! — was being tossed about with unabashed worship.
