by Mitch Albom | Dec 8, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
I am very impressed that Bo knows everything. Only he doesn’t, of course. Nobody does. His agents and business managers, who must be laughing all the way to the bank, would like you to believe that Bo Jackson is a Renaissance Man, all things to all people, all people to all things.
But he is not.
And now that Bo is coming to our town, I will prove it. For example, here are a few things in Detroit alone that Bo does not know:
What Vernor’s is.
How to find Antons at the Renaissance Center.
How to find the Renaissance Center.
Who Bill Bonds is.
by Mitch Albom | Dec 7, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
I don’t usually go to bat for professional athletes. I figure they are strong enough, rich enough or lucky enough to take care of themselves. But once in awhile, an athlete comes along and hits a tough spot and, well, I don’t know. Something stirs inside you.
by Mitch Albom | Dec 5, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
Jimmy Williams lost his temper in a bad place Sunday, the football field, during the game. He didn’t like what was going on. He didn’t like being taken out. So he yelled at a coach. Some nasty words. By Monday, Williams was out of a job. He had been here...
by Mitch Albom | Dec 3, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
CHICAGO — What really hurts is this: I remember when Jim Harbaugh had pimples. I remember when he had long, shaggy hair. I remember when he first started playing quarterback for the Michigan Wolverines. And the time he broke his arm in his sophomore season and was lying in a hospital bed when Bo Schembechler came to visit. “Don’t forget me, coach,” he sobbed.
I remember when Harbaugh used to live off-campus, in a house with several of his teammates. I remember when he said things like, “I’m so jacked!”
by Mitch Albom | Dec 2, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
A few years ago, I met a great guy. He was warm and good-natured. He told funny stories. We hit it off immediately, which was good, since he was going to marry my sister.
And since the wedding, they have been blissfully happy. They gave the family a baby this year, a little boy. Last week, at Thanksgiving, we made fools of ourselves gurgling in baby talk.
by Mitch Albom | Dec 1, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
I don’t know about you, but I’m guessing more people watch Monday night’s San Francisco vs. New York Giants game than watch the Super Bowl on Jan. 27. After all, you can bet the Giants won’t lose 55-10, as the Broncos did to the 49ers in Super...
by Mitch Albom | Nov 30, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
What could be better than playing college quarterback? What could exceed walking around campus knowing that of all those students, in the lecture halls and in the library and playing Frisbee under the tree, of all those people, only you will be taking the snap on...
by Mitch Albom | Nov 29, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
Well, personally, I want to say thanks to Zeke Mowatt. He did our business a real favor. After reportedly approaching a female reporter, sticking his naked body a few inches from her face and making several lewd remarks about what he thought she wanted — while...
by Mitch Albom | Nov 25, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
I am sitting with a legend. I want to pinch myself. I want to run to the phone, call my friends, and say “MY GOD, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM TALKING TO?”He is not the president. He is not a sports hero. He has never won a Nobel Prize, and probably never will,...
by Mitch Albom | Nov 22, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
Thanksgiving, and the living is easy. Turkey in the oven. Relatives in the living room. And there you are, on your couch, ready to enjoy football on TV.But one by one, your family streams into your sanctuary, wondering why you aren’t out there looking at the...
