Here’S A Question: Should Lions Fans Laugh Or Cry?
MINNEAPOLIS — When the gun sounded, Charlie Batch fell to his knees, dropped his head to the turf and tried to disappear. Twenty yards away, Germane Crowell was also on his knees, staring at the sideline that he forgot about a few seconds earlier. He, too, looked like he wanted angels to sweep him up to someplace finer, someplace where the Lions don’t find a way to shoot themselves in the cleats week after week.
Make you a deal, Germane. Here’s 10 bucks. Let us hitch along with you.
Vikings 31, Lions 26. It would be laughable, if it weren’t so sad.
Like It Or Not, We’Ve All Been Drafted For Our Latest War
Ever since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, there have been whispers about reinstituting the draft. In some ways, that’s a moot point.
We’ve all been drafted already.
We’re in the Army now. We stand on guard for attack. We worry about white powder. We worry about the air that we breathe. We think the enemy may strike at anytime. We are alert. We are debriefed. We are given orders from our leaders.
Isn’t that how soldiers behave?
JORDAN STILL LOOKS LIKE HE BELONGS
How’d he look? He looked sweaty. He looked bald. He looked bald and sweaty and muscular and quick. He chewed gum. He sipped water. He did that familiar jog after sinking a shot, with his head looking back over his shoulder, his big hands dangling toward the...
MONDAY, MONDAY: RAMS LEAVE LIONS DAZED AND CONFUSED
Well, gee. It was nice of the Rams to drop by and make us feel better.As if being at war isn’t bad enough, the St. Louis football juggernaut had to invade the Silverdome on Monday night and wreak havoc on our increasingly hapless home team. Dear Lord, is there...
The Day Is Dark, And Our Tunnel To Normal Is Long
It was a crisp autumn Sunday, a day when churchgoers shook hands in parking lots, and men grabbed rakes to gather leaves before the football games started. A chill was in the air, and we pulled up our collars against the oncoming winter.
By sunset, our perspective had changed. As the news came that bombs had been dropped in Afghanistan, and missiles had been launched and threats were flying back and forth across the oceans, we realized that chilly shiver was more than just the change of seasons.
War had begun.
BABY BOOMERS MUST CONFRONT PEACE VS. WAR
Iknew all the slogans. I knew all the songs. Like a lot of kids in the ’60s, I was drawing peace signs long before I was eligible for Vietnam.I could sing John Lennon’s “Give Peace a Chance.” I saw “Make Love Not War” spray painted...
REMEMBERING BARRY–THE JERK, THE MAN THE MYTH
THIS YEAR”Daddy, who is Barry Bonds?””Well, son, he’s a baseball player. Not a real nice guy. Kinda surly. He’s trying to break the home run record, 70 in one season.”Of course, the record doesn’t mean much anymore, seeing as...
YES, WE NEED SECURITY, BUT ALSO SPEED
It was still dark outside as I stepped into the cab. When we reached the airport, the curbside area was deserted. As I paid the driver, I swear I heard crickets.It was 5 a.m., and my short flight was not until 6:15. My ticket was in hand. I had no bags to check. As a...
DOOR OPENS FOR MJ, SLAMS SHUT ON OZZIE
He will not be as good, or as fast, or as quick. He will still leap tall buildings, but one at a time. The dunks will be manly, but no longer magical, because magic, as any wizard will tell you, fades with strength. The rabbit will come more slowly from Michael...Stay Connected
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