Madison Avenue Is Now The Land Of The Giants

ANDERSON GETS ULTIMATE PAYBACK

PASADENA, Calif. — Ottis Anderson hooked his fingers together and sighed. No rings. Not yet. It was a few days away from the Super Bowl, one of those mass interview sessions, and he gazed out from the concrete stands to the field below and the sea of reporters...
Madison Avenue Is Now The Land Of The Giants

Warrior Girds For Battle With Camera As His Weapon

COSTA MESA, Calif. — The Giants players were all in their designated seats. Only Tony Galbreath’s seat was empty. He would not be available today. He had taken the big leap, stepped off the silver screen of the Super Bowl. Like the hero in the “Purple Rose of Cairo,” he was walking through real life now.

With a movie camera.

“Oh, man, look at all these people,” Galbreath said, eyeing a mob of reporters around teammate Phil McConkey. “This is no good. Excuse me . . . Excuse me . . . “

Madison Avenue Is Now The Land Of The Giants

The Gates Swing Open To An Uneasy Feeling

It was Opening Day. I think. The weather was great. Sort of. The fans had a wonderful afternoon. Most of them. Didn’t they?

The operative word, this time, was confusion. How were we supposed to feel on this first day of baseball, 1991? Happy? Resentful? Mixed-up? A fan walking to the gates of Tiger Stadium on Monday could buy peanuts — or sign a petition. He could get a yearbook — or a letter from Ernie Harwell. He could wear a Tiger cap — or purchase a shirt that read “The Owner Made a Boner.”

Madison Avenue Is Now The Land Of The Giants

The Quarterback And His Keeper Elway Meets Destiny With Super Moxie

ANAHEIM — “John?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I get two minut–“

“Excuse me. You’ll have to get John in the press conference.”

“Sorry.”

“This way, John.”

“Where we goin’?”

“Over here, big room.”

“John?”

“I–“

“Not now, guys, John’s got a press conference.”

“Sorry.”

“That him?”

“Where?”

“Right there, stupid!”

“Oooh . . . “

“John Eh-way?”

“Yeah?”

“We are from Japan.”

“Really?”

“We, um–“

“John, let’s go.”

“Sorry, guys I–“

“This way, John.”

“This door?”