by Mitch Albom | Nov 3, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
One by one they pushed the door open and reacquainted themselves with destiny. Joe Dumars, as usual, was first man in. He took a seat by his locker, with his trademark can of Coke, and his trademark disc player and headphones. He had his trademark book, a novel. At his feet, as usual, sat two of the young Pistons ball boys. They were opening his mail.
“Somebody wants you to test-drive drive a Rolls-Royce,” said one, reading the invitation.
“A Rolls-Royce?” said Dumars, not looking up.
‘Yeah. ‘We want you to experience the luxury of our . . . um . . . ‘ ”
by Mitch Albom | Nov 3, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
Since Pistons season has everyone in this town crazy again, we might as well mix a little basketball in with the football this morning. If the Pistons played in the NFL, what teams would they be with?
* Isiah Thomas: I see him with Houston, at quarterback, replacing Warren Moon.
by Mitch Albom | Nov 2, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
JUNE 15, 1991 — “Welcome back, everybody. It’s halftime here at Game 7 of the NBA Finals between the Detroit Pistons and the Phoenix Suns, and what a whale of a game it’s been! How about those gutty Pistons? Seven broken legs, six fractured...
by Mitch Albom | Nov 1, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
“Holy Motormouth, Batman!”
Jimmy Carson, when asked to describe Shawn Burr
He was 2 years old when he first heard the voices. They came from downstairs. Laughing. Talking. Beautiful noise. He had to find it. He pulled himself over his crib and wandered down the steps.
“Shawn, what are you doing down here?” his parents said. They laughed and apologized to their guests. They carried the baby upstairs. Into the crib. Kiss goodnight.
Five minutes later, he was back.
“Shawn, what are you doing out again?”
Up the stairs. Into the crib.
by Mitch Albom | Nov 1, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
“Holy Motormouths, Batman!”
Jimmy Carson, when asked to describe Shawn Burr
He was 2 years old when he first heard the voices. They came from downstairs. Laughing. Talking. All these wonderful sounds. He had to join them. He pulled himself over his crib and wandered down the steps.
“Shawn, what are you doing down here?” his parents said. They laughed and apologized to their guests. They carried their baby upstairs. In the crib. Kiss goodnight.
Five minutes later, he was back.
“Shawn, what are you doing out again?”
by Mitch Albom | Oct 31, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
You remember that game, “Whisper down The Lane”? A kid whispers something in your ear, real fast, maybe, “Sally sells seashells,” and you whisper it real fast to the kid next to you, and he whispers it to the next kid, and 10 kids later, the...
by Mitch Albom | Oct 28, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
The house is not talking to me. She is upset. I cannot blame her.”Forgive me,” I say.She says nothing.”I was confused,” I say. She says nothing.She is gone, the house. She is no longer mine. A few weeks ago, in a well-lit office with lots of...
by Mitch Albom | Oct 27, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
I guess we ought to talk about this Andre Waters guy, since everybody else is. Dan Dierdorf of “Monday Night Football” pretty much nailed the Philadelphia safety to the wall, calling him a “cheap-shot artist” and saying there’s “no place for that kind of stuff in the NFL.” The league, meanwhile, fined Waters $10,000 for cheap-shot tackles. All around the NFL, Waters is known as the kind of guy who would shake your hand and slam his knee into your groin.
by Mitch Albom | Oct 22, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
Oakland Calif. –They had already stolen Oakland’s crown, Oakland’s reputation, and Oakland’s thunder. Now the Cincinnati Reds were taking Oakland’s stadium. One by one they came bursting from the dugout like enemy soldiers storming the castle, to the raucous applause of about 300 Cincinnati boosters — the only fans left in the Coliseum. It was like a private party late Saturday night. Simply Reds. And soon, the field was a small ocean of Reds jackets, Reds hats, Reds T- shirts.
Red October.
“Ri-jo! Ri-jo!”
“Sa-bo! Sa-bo!”
“MARGE!”
by Mitch Albom | Oct 21, 1990 | Detroit Free Press
OAKLAND — There was an awkward moment here a few weeks ago, after the A’s won the pennant. Dave Stewart, their star pitcher, was brought to the interview podium along with American League president Bobby Brown. At least 300 journalists were crushed in a...
