by Mitch Albom | May 28, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
CHICAGO — By the end, he was leading them all, his teammates, the fans, even the referees, marching them like a crazed army toward the end of his personal rainbow. Michael Jordan was taking over the game. Bank shot, good! Lay-up, good! Jump shot, good! “Here I am,” he seemed to say to the Pistons’ defenders, “try and stop me.”
by Mitch Albom | May 28, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
CHICAGO — He was leading them all, his teammates, the fans, even the referees, marching them like a cheering army toward the end of his personal rainbow. Michael Jordan was taking over the game. Bank shot, good! Lay-up, good! Jump shot, good! “Here I...
by Mitch Albom | May 26, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
Somewhere along the line, we forget that they are human. We figure they will be there forever, or until they willingly retire to the broadcast booth or the Hall of Fame. Whatever takes them out, it will be something more than pain or exhaustion, right? That’s for us common folk.
If you had to pick two faces you would most expect to see on a late spring day inside the Tigers’ clubhouse, whose would they be? 1) Sparky Anderson — at 55, arguably baseball’s finest manager, and 2) Jack Morris, 34, the star attraction pitcher, the longest-tenured Tiger.
by Mitch Albom | May 22, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
They were not hard shots. There was enough time to set the feet and steady the hands. They were not faraway shots. Some were close enough to bank, others no farther than the free throw line.”The kind of shots we took today were the kind we pray for,” said...
by Mitch Albom | May 21, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
His voice, as always, is as deep as red earth.”Yo,” he says.”Yo,” I say.”I ain’t got no sour grapes.” “I know.””So why are you calling?””To see if you’re watching these...
by Mitch Albom | May 19, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
THE LIVE ALBOM:* As a sports writer covering the Pistons in the NBA playoffs, I do not judge the “Chicago or New York?” dilemma by which has the better team. I go by which city we can hate the most.* Chicago, for example, thinks it owns the midwest. We can...
by Mitch Albom | May 18, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
I am concerned. I am worried. I think the Pistons have too much time on their hands. They swept Boston. They sat. They swept Milwaukee. They sit.
What to do? May I suggest . . . music. A new Pistons theme. I don’t know if Isiah can sing, or if Bill Laimbeer can dance (actually it’s a pretty safe bet that Laimbeer can’t dance), but a music video might be just the thing to pass the time. And it’s good for team spirit. For example: Ah-one, ah- two .
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by Mitch Albom | May 14, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
She worked all day at a dry cleaners in New York, carrying clothes, putting up with customers, and then, when the work was done, she came home to her son. One day he told her he wanted to play basketball.”You’ll go through too many shoes playing...
by Mitch Albom | May 12, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
Badges? They don’t need no stinking badges. They will grab you, slam you, elbow you, and steal your basketball. Kindness? They have no use for kindness. They will ignore you, insult you, whack your notebook and poke your microphone. Taste? They,have no taste....
by Mitch Albom | May 11, 1989 | Detroit Free Press
So this is what it came down to. Two free throws by the hottest shooter on the best free-throw shooting team in the NBA. The Pistons, clinging to a one-point lead, could only watch.Ricky Pierce launched the first. It rolled around the rim and out.Out?Ricky Pierce...
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