by Mitch Albom | Nov 12, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
CHAMPAIGN, Ill. — Jeff George, the Illinois quarterback, fidgeted with his helmet strap. This was his time, wasn’t it? The final seven minutes. He was the miracle man, the can-do kid. He does more with a football in the closing minutes than some teams do all afternoon. Hands on hips. Look up. Look down. It was his time.
by Mitch Albom | Nov 12, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
CHAMPAIGN, Ill. — Jeff George, the celebrated Illinois quarterback, had his hands on his hips. He fidgeted with his helmet strap. “Damn,” he seemed to say, pacing up and down, “this is my time.” It was the final seven minutes. He was the miracle man. The sold-out crowd was waiting breathlessly for his magic, his typical rally to victory. But he was a prisoner of the sideline.
by Mitch Albom | Nov 10, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
THE LIVE ALBOM:* Winter seems to mean bad news for the Tigers. It could get worse. Jack Morris may demand a trade.* It’s true. Morris, whose contract is up, is ineligible for free agency. But, he says, under his deal he has 15 days from the end of the World...
by Mitch Albom | Nov 8, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
It was time to go to jail. Bob Probert, wearing jeans, a leather jacket and cowboy boots, walked slowly down the Metro Airport corridor, next to his lawyer, his mother, and two friends. He chewed gum. He smiled occasionally. He looked like a big kid, which always has...
by Mitch Albom | Nov 5, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
I was fascinated last week by accusations by the Lions that several Green Bay Packers were stealing signals from the sidelines. Not that I don’t believe them. It’s just that, well, how on Earth can you do that? And who has the time?
PLAYER 1: They’re going with the red dog, deep six, drop four.
PLAYER 2: Yeah. Better signal into our quarterback.
PLAYER 1: Right. Let’s see. Red dog, that’s the closed fist isn’t it? And deep six, that’s a wipe of the forehead. Or wait. Is the forehead for a blitz, or —
QUARTERBACK: Hut!
See what I mean?
by Mitch Albom | Nov 5, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
Well, the NBA season is finally under way. And judging by the excitement at the Pistons’ season opener, fans around here can’t wait. And so I say . . . why wait? I’ll tell you exactly what’s going to happen:NOVEMBER: The Pistons open strongly,...
by Mitch Albom | Nov 3, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
They handed him the red and white jersey, and he pulled it over his head.
“Welcome,” they said, “to the Detroit Red Wings.” Jimmy Carson grinned and posed for cameras. Next to him, general manager Jimmy Devellano was beaming. On the other side, coach Jacques Demers flashed a huge smile, the kind of smile you get when a police officer tells you, “It’s all a misunderstanding, sir. You’re free to go.”
by Mitch Albom | Oct 29, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
SAN FRANCISCO — This was all you needed to see. Second inning. The pitcher at the plate. For cripes sake, not the pitcher, too! Two strikes, two outs, and the guy, Mike Moore, an American League hurler, has only batted once before in his career. He holds the bat like Mary Poppins held her umbrella. A sure out, right?
And here comes the pitch.
And there goes the ball, to centerfield.
And here come the runners.
by Mitch Albom | Oct 29, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
SAN FRANCISCO — It was the best of times; it was the worst of room service. When this World Series is finally taped into Pat Sheridan’s scrapbook, that’s the way he’ll remember it.How many days has he been living in a hotel room? One hundred...
by Mitch Albom | Oct 29, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
I am making these picks from the press box at the World Series. Therefore, before I get hit in the head with a foul ball — or, in the case of this World Series, an Oakland home run — let me dispense with the small tal–Plunk!* GREEN BAY 20, DETROIT...