by Mitch Albom | May 30, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
After a while, in any good marriage, you learn to read each other’s faces. You can sense anger, glee, disappointment. So it was that Isiah Thomas, who has been professionally married to his coach, Chuck Daly, for the last five years, sat on the curb of a parking lot Sunday afternoon, acting out all of Daly’s courtside expressions.
“There’s this one,” he said, tugging on an imaginary coat lapel, “and that means, ‘Calm down, relax, slow it up.’
by Mitch Albom | May 29, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
He has snuck into the spotlight like a sweet old uncle you never knew you had, the kind who brings lots of presents.
“HEY, JAMES!” the crowd screamed, slapping his hands, as he walked through the Silverdome tunnel after the Pistons beat the Celtics, 98-94, in Game 3 of the Eastern Conference Finals. “WAY TO GO, JAMES! ALL RIGHT, JAMES!”
by Mitch Albom | May 29, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
He has snuck into the spotlight like a surprise guest at the birthday party, a long-lost uncle who brought you lots of presents.”HEY, JAMES!” the crowd screamed, slapping his hands, as he walked through the Silverdome tunnel after the Pistons beat the...
by Mitch Albom | May 28, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
Name?” “Peter Pan.””Age?””I never age.””Qualifications?””I can fly, I’m good with kids, and I need only one set of clothes.””Mr. Pan,” I say, leaning back in my chair, “can you...
by Mitch Albom | May 27, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
BOSTON — In the end, they were playing for their lives. This was more than basketball, this was deeper than a win or a loss. With two overtimes and a tapestry of magical, pressure-soaked basketball behind them, the Detroit Pistons were beyond hoops, beyond free throws. They were staring their very manhood in the eye.
by Mitch Albom | May 26, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
BOSTON — Somewhere, a leprechaun went squish. Somewhere a wicked green witch just keeled over. The dark cloud that hung over Boston Garden whenever the Pistons showed up has been broken apart — finally, finally — and in the closing seconds Wednesday...
by Mitch Albom | May 26, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
BOSTON — Somewhere, a leprechaun just went squish. Somewhere a wicked green witch has just keeled over. The dark cloud that hung over Boston Garden whenever the Pistons showed up has been broken apart — finally, finally — and in the closing seconds...
by Mitch Albom | May 25, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
BOSTON — I wear a white sheet with two holes near the eyes and I float through the streets without touching the earth. When I pass, clouds turn to sun, heads turns to tails, families with six boys suddenly give birth to girls. I am quick. I am on you like destiny. I am the Law of Averages.
Boo!
by Mitch Albom | May 22, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
They sit next to each other in the Pistons’ locker room. One reads the newspaper. The other unties his laces. Neither says a word. Practice is over. Reporters swarm, teammates holler, music blares.One flips the newspaper. The other removes his shoes. Neither...
by Mitch Albom | May 20, 1988 | Detroit Free Press
THE LIVE ALBOM:* Let’s see now. Philadelphia fires its hockey coach. St. Louis fires its hockey coach. Montreal says goodby to its hockey coach. And Jacques Demers gets a two-year contract extension. No wonder everyone wants to work for the Red Wings.* Actually,...
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