by Mitch Albom | Jun 30, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
WIMBLEDON, England — The guy from Australia wore a checkered headband. The guy from West Germany wore just his hair, lots of it, thick blond locks that bounced with every leaping backhand.
And the girls screamed.
“BORIS! BORIS!”
“PAT! PAT!”
by Mitch Albom | Jun 29, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
WIMBLEDON, England — Picture a man dangling on a rope, sharks in the water, snapping at his flesh. The man is Jimmy Connors, the sharks are the tireless young tennis players who keep coming and coming. And one of them just rose up and bit him in the butt.
Jimbo exits Wimbledon. Who knows whether this is last time? He is 35 now, the wins come harder and harder, and the opponents are nameless, faceless.
by Mitch Albom | Jun 23, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
LOS ANGELES — One by one they came down to the lobby, dropped their bags, and made the final rounds. Vinnie Johnson and Bill Laimbeer grabbed a quick buffet breakfast. Isiah Thomas stopped for autographs. Joe Dumars wandered into the gift shop, picked up a Time...
by Mitch Albom | Jun 22, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
INGLEWOOD, Calif. — They lost? They lost. Those are all the words needed. There was only one team in the world Tuesday night for Detroit, and all night long — in this breathtaking Game 7 of the NBA final — that team, the Detroit Pistons, fought off defeat like some Atlas in basketball sneakers, the weight of the world on their shoulders. Until finally, with just moments left in the longest season in the history of the game, their shoulders buckled and the world caved in.
by Mitch Albom | Jun 21, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
INGLEWOOD, Calif. — So this is what it comes down to for the Detroit Pistons: 48 minutes to live or die. They are skin and bone now, a cornered animal, a team without its captain that is relying on prayers, guts and the power within.
One game. The world championship.
“Are you hoping for a miracle?” someone asked Isiah Thomas, their star, as he sat beside his crutches during a press conference Monday.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “Yes, I am.”
by Mitch Albom | Jun 21, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
INGLEWOOD, Calif. — I enter the courtroom, my arms stuffed with evidence. I am here to fight. I am here to plead. I have an appointment.”Yes?” says the man in the robe.”The people of Detroit versus the Los Angeles Lakers,” I say. “I...
by Mitch Albom | Jun 21, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
INGLEWOOD, Calif. — Because tonight’s big game is at the Forum, and the Lakers are favored, and the Pistons are hurting, I must recommend the following to LA fans:Get out of town! Quick! While you can!Come on, Mike. I told you last week. You think...
by Mitch Albom | Jun 19, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
LOS ANGELES — How’s this for an All-American work week? Your basketball team falls behind in the championship series. You hurt your back so bad, your pregnant wife has to help you get out of bed. Your phone rings off the hook. TV cameras are everywhere....
by Mitch Albom | Jun 17, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
There is wind. There is fire. There are hurricanes and tidal waves. And then there is Adrian Dantley when he gets hungry for a championship.Ooooh, Teacher. Do that again. Did you see it? How could you miss it? The Pistons — hold your breath, this is sweet...
by Mitch Albom | Jun 16, 1988 | Detroit Free Press, Sports
All right, basketball fans. I am back for my annual visit. You know me. I am your Halston. Your Gucci. I am the man who, each year, looks at the NBA final and says, “This is what the kids will be doing on the courts this summer.”
Call me the trend-setter. Call me Mr. Style. Remember Magic Johnson’s baby-hook last year? I called that. Made a fortune. Remember Larry Bird rubbing the bottom of his shoes two years ago? My call. Made a fortune.