Who Cares About End Of The World?
If there’s one thing that should get everyone’s attention, it’s the end of the world.
BOOM!
Do we have your attention?
Maybe, maybe not. Last week, a huge setback occurred in the nuclear bomb arena. The United States — which leads the planet in nuclear technology the way the Atlanta Braves lead baseball in good pitching — rejected a treaty that outlaws exploding nuclear devices for testing purposes.
Let me repeat: We rejected it.
Garner’S Job Rife With Opportunities — To Fail
TO: Phil Garner, New Tigers Manager
FROM: Me, Old Detroit Columnist
Dear Phil:
Welcome to Detroit. We hope you like it here. We realize it’s not Milwaukee, but on the plus side, it’s not Milwaukee.
In the weeks to come, you’ll learn many wonderful things about our city, our people and our love affair with sports. The good news is we’re crazy about men swinging lumber. The bad news is, I’m talking about hockey players.
Wilt Chamberlain 1936-1999: Big Man Leaves A Big Legacy
IDON’T STARE. I haven’t in a long time. When you work as a sportswriter, you get used to seeing famous, large, muscular human beings entering your field of view. Staring is the worst option. Nothing says “outsider” more than a gape.
Nonetheless, I stared when I met Wilt Chamberlain. Ogled him like a kid seeing his first Santa Claus. I knew better. Knew it was inappropriate. I still did it. He was that big. Bigger than the normal rules of behavior.
Three Downs Too Many For The Lions To Handle
COREY SCHLESINGER was slumped on his knees, head lowered, hands out, like a man who had thrown himself before his Lord and maker, asking for forgiveness. Forty yards behind him, the San Diego Chargers were celebrating his gift, a fumble that came into the arms of cornerback Darryll Lewis, who ran it in for a clinching touchdown.
It was more than a mistake. It was a trip back in time. In one play, the 1999 Lions were stripped of their new identity as the NFL’s underdog winner, and were redressed as the Franchise That Couldn’t Shoot Straight.
‘ONCE AND AGAIN’ MAY CURE INSOMNIA
So I tried this new TV show “Once and Again.”I failed.You could say I failed once, and again.The story of two divorced parents who fall in love with each other, “Once and Again” has been hailed by critics as “brilliant,”...
A FATHER’S DEVOTION BROUGHT SPARTAN BACK
AMP CAMPBELL went to make a tackle. His head dipped, there was smacking contact, and Amp broke his neck.They took him to a hospital. They fused two vertebrae. They drilled holes in his skull and fitted him with a brace, a halo device that made him look like an...
WE MUST RUN FROM — NOT TO — BEATTY
One of the great things about this country is that the guy at the end of the bar with his nose in his beer can decide to run for president. He can stand up, belch, maybe tuck in his shirt, and declare: “Attention! I am a candidate for the highest office in the...
WINGS AREN’T THE SAME WITH MCCARTY AT HOME
ALTHOUGH IT IS fashionable these days for Detroit athletes to announce their retirement — often in a foreign country — there is one man who wants desperately to be in uniform and will instead be sitting at home tonight, watching on TV, as his team opens...
Grand Finale Slam, Smiles, Tears . . . A Fond Farewell For The Cornerlook There, And There: Faces
LOOK, THERE’S your father, sitting in the rightfield seats, handing you a hot dog and telling you be careful, don’t get mustard all over your shirt. And over there, near the third-base line, that was your grandma, holding her little pencil and writing names delicately in her scorecard, “Kaline, RF, Horton, LF, Freehan, C . . .”
And out there, in the bleachers, wasn’t that your first girlfriend, looking the way she did back then, her hair in a ponytail, her eyes feigning interest as you pointed out the players and proudly quoted their statistics?
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