by Mitch Albom | Feb 24, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
The doctor said she had two choices: radiate the foot, hope the cancer would die, or cut the foot off and keep the disease from spreading. Beth Hardman looked at her parents. She was 16 years old, a high school student with the smile of an angel, the kind of smile that gets you elected, as she soon would be, Homecoming Princess. And now she had to decide whether to keep a foot. Her Left Foot. They don’t make movies about kids like this. Maybe they should.
“I think we ought to take it off,” Beth told the doctor. “Let’s set up the appointment.”
by Mitch Albom | Feb 19, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
OK now listen, all you real men in the audience — you know, guys who like to guzzle beer and watch pro wrestling and burrrrrrp, guys who wrote me letters when Lisa Olson got the nudie treatment in the Patriots locker room and said, “Aw, hell, she...
by Mitch Albom | Feb 17, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
NEWS ITEM — For the first time in history, NBA players will compete for the U.S. Olympic basketball team. This week, Sports Illustrated printed a
“projected” Olympic starting five on its cover — Magic Johnson, Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing, Charles Barkley and Karl Malone. While all of them are multi- millionaires, none will be paid for the Olympic experience. They say they can adjust. . . .
Barcelona 1992
GUIDE: “Buenos dias, gentlemen, and welcome to the Olympic Village. My name is Emilio. I am your guide. And these are your rooms.”
by Mitch Albom | Feb 15, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
THE LIVE ALBOM* When this war is over, Marco Lokar may be one of its ugliest non-combat stories.* Lokar is a native Italian; he comes here to play college basketball, at Seton Hall. The war breaks out, and his team decides to wear American flags on their jerseys....
by Mitch Albom | Feb 13, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
“They come and they go, Hobbs; they come and they go.”
Robert Duvall to Robert Redford in “The Natural”
I always loved that line, but I never realized how true it was in sports until last week. While vacationing out West, I went to a jazz concert in a small California nightclub. Not long after I sat down, a man and his wife sat next to me. The man smiled and said, “How you doing, Mitch?”
by Mitch Albom | Feb 4, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
It was somewhere between a Phoenix steal and a Phoenix hook shot, or maybe a Phoenix steal and a Phoenix lay-up, or possibly a Phoenix steal and a Phoenix slam dunk — I can’t remember, the game was such a mess — that I first heard the sentence I knew...
by Mitch Albom | Feb 3, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
The other day, a teenager asked me a question: “Did you really live in the
’60s?”
Well, yes, I said.
“Wow! Cool! How was it?”
I took a deep breath. I knew this was coming. Whenever America runs out of ideas, it decides to “bring back” an era. As near as I can figure, the era must be at least 20 years old to qualify, which is just enough time for us to forget how stupid it was.
by Mitch Albom | Feb 1, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
EAST LANSING — Steve Smith was doing a celebration dance — the Cabbage Patch, I think — and Mike Peplowski was howling in a typical primal scream. And Mark Montgomery — the star of the game, if you ask me — was carrying the ball upcourt...
by Mitch Albom | Jan 28, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
TAMPA, Fla. — All week long, they kept saying it’s only a game, a war is going on, football, even a Super Bowl, can’t mean much. It’s only a game. Except that Sunday night, with eight seconds left and a group of New York Giants on their knees,...
by Mitch Albom | Jan 28, 1991 | Detroit Free Press
TAMPA, Fla. — All week long, they kept saying it’s only a game, a war is going on, football, even a Super Bowl, can’t mean much. It’s only a game. Except that Sunday night, with eight seconds left and a group of New York Giants on their knees...
