FEET TELL THE UGLY TALE OF LIONS’ LATEST DEFEAT
TAMPA, Fla. — Let’s talk about feet. Rodney’s feet. Barry’s feet. Eddie’s feet. They seemed to be a theme in the Lions’ 23-20 loss to Tampa Sunday night, a game played before a nationwide cable TV audience that must have wondered if...
IF YOU’RE TALKING TV, YOU’RE TALKING DIRTY
I don’t know about you — and why should I? — but I expect great things from the new television season, now that the networks are in ratings hell. In the past, such trouble has led high-priced, creative TV execs to make shrewd programming moves, such...
Is Anyone Paying Attention?
We are one-eighth of the way through the NFL season. Therefore it is time for a mini-quiz to see how many of you are really watching, and how many of you are just playing Pigskin Payoff. Ready?
1. Which of the following players is still holding out?
A. Keith Jackson.
B. Janet Jackson.
C. Eric Dickerson, sort of.
2. Who is the starting quarterback for the Green Bay Packers?
A. Anthony Dilweg.
B. Anthony Michael Hall.
C. Anthony Who?
3. How much better are the 49ers than everybody else?
A. A whole lot better.
OLD AGE WILL COME, BUT NOT ALWAYS TO CONQUER
I will never grow old. That’s what I told myself. That’s what we all tell ourselves when we are young and limber and our bruises heal quickly. We jump over fences, dive into piles of leaves and bounce down steps on our rear ends, thump, thump, thump. In...
Can Anybody Figure Lions’ Quarterbacks?
First of all, before anyone accuses me of being a party pooper, I want to congratulate the Lions for beating the Atlanta Falcons and proving to the world Sunday that just because you like to beat the crap out of people doesn’t mean you always win. I should add that I was in the elevator after the game when one of Atlanta’s assistant coaches, Jimmy Carr, started yelling at the Lions’ assistant coaches and then some fan gave him lip and by the time we reached the bottom floor this guy Carr was waving his fists and croaking,
Walewander Still The Real Thing
Have you ever known someone and not seen him for a while and then suddenly he pops up and you say, “Whoa! What happened to him?”
I had that reaction the other night. Tiger Stadium. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a New York Yankee taking batting practice. He was small for an athlete and he looked kind of familiar, sort of boyish looking, with close-cropped blond hair and pale skin and a sort of vacant expression, like a surfer waiting for a good wave. He was . . .
He was . . .
Omigosh. He was Jim Walewander.
EVEN ELVIS WON’T WATCH
I thought I had seen it all. Then I heard Jerry Glanville say he was leaving tickets for Elvis Presley. And then I heard Jim Arnold say, “I don’t have to leave tickets for Elvis, I’ll give ’em to him myself.” Pretty soon I expect...
Four-Star Salute: Detroit’s Top Heroes Meet at Tiger Stadium
It was two hours before the first pitch when Joe Dumars jumped in the car. He was late. He apologized. He stretched his long legs in the backseat and grinned like a kid. “I hope Cecil hits one tonight,” he said. “Yeah,” I said. “And no...
Hearts Take A Beating In Business Of Sports
Maybe the Godfather had it right. In his regime, the rules were clear. If you were family, you were safe. If you were family, there was an obligation. Family meant loyalty. You knew where you stood.
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