Steppenwolf’S Kay Still Takes ‘Wild’ Ride
The year was 1968. The nation was rumbling. War. Riots. Free love. And music, always music. Folk rock. Motown. And then there was this song. It began with a churning electric guitar, a locomotive sound that dug straight into your belly. You found yourself reaching for handlebars, gunning your engine. Then a growling voice came through the speakers. “Get your motor runnin’ . . . Get out on the highway . . . Looking for adventure . . . in whatever comes our way . . . “
Take My Coach, Pleasesalley Leaves Them Laughing At Ny Club
NEW YORK — So there we were with nothing to do on a Monday night in Boston except maybe eat another lobster and talk about Bill Buckner’s spring training when I suddenly turned to Mary Schroeder, our ace photographer, and said, “Say, Mary. I’ve got a smashing idea. Let’s jet on down to the Big Apple for the premiere of that hot new comic sensation that everyone is talking about. Won’t that be a stitch!”
And Mary said: “Spiffy!”
And I said: “James, call the limo!”
TAKE IT FROM ARNOLD: ELVIS IS ALIVE AND WELL
I have good news for Elvis fans. He is not dead. Jim Arnold says so. Jim also says he and Elvis are good friends. They met at a doughnut shop. I am not making this up.”It was a few years ago, at the Krispy Kreme in Memphis,” recalls the Lions’...
It’S Time For Refund For Players’ Ineptitude
I want my money back. Really. I’m tired of sports stars complaining this is not enough and that is not enough, they want five years not three years, caviar not steak, Jaguar not Mercedes — and then they break a toenail and spend two months on the disabled list.
Andre Ware is unhappy. He wants more money. Lawrence Taylor is unhappy. He wants more money. Rickey Henderson is unhappy. He wants at least as much money as Jose Canseco, who will no doubt be unhappy if Henderson gets it. Now maybe these guys deserve the dollars. But what if they don’t?
‘I Wanted To Be Hercules’His Life Shattered By Steroids,Sam Virgo Struggles Back
Twice a week, in the early morning, he takes his cane and tries to walk around the block. His steps are labored, his movements stiff and exaggerated, like a puppet yanked by strings. He passes the red brick house and the one with aluminum siding. Cane. Step. Cane. Step. You can do it, he’s thinking. But by the time he turns the corner, he is sweating. Soon he is short of breath. Past the silver fence now. Around the next corner. Cane. Step.
Yzerman Tells His Side of Demers Story
Now it’s Steve Yzerman’s turn to speak. He has heard all the rumors. He heard them this week and last week and two weeks before that while he was on vacation in Ottawa. Every time the phone rang, it was another voice from Detroit. Boy, they said, are you in hot water. Boy, they said, you better prepare to defend yourself. And his reaction was: “Defend myself from what?”
FOR MOST PEOPLE, DEATH NO BIG DEAL
Went to the movies the other night. Watched the previews for coming attractions. The first one began with a huge, fiery explosion. Bodies flying. Melting flesh. The next one had people killing themselves on purpose — medical students, I think. Screams. More...
The Man Who Crossed Golf Barrier Tells Why
When Louis Willie was 13 years old, he boarded a Dallas streetcar and made his way to the back, past the “Colored” sign, where it was safe for him to sit. It was a September morning, during the Depression years, and he was on his way to school.
Soon the car was filled. A middle-aged white man lumbered down the aisle. Seeing no empty seats, he looked at Willie and said, “Get up, boy.”
“No,” Louis said.
The man glared. “I said get up, boy.”
Boss Steinbrenner Fit Like Glove In New York
It takes more than being rich, arrogant and egotistical to turn off New York City. You have to be a loser as well. Only when George Steinbrenner sank to this sin did the Big Apple really turn to the hangmen and say: “Get him!”
This, despite the fact that for many years, Steinbrenner was almost a necessary evil in his town. Having lived there, I can tell you, most New York sports fans need someone to hate, they almost enjoy it. Goes with the territory, like Mace.
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