FOR THE RIVAL SENIORS, THIS GAME, INDEED, WAS IT
ANN ARBOR — It was the end of the line. Their final roll of the Wolverines-Spartans dice. You get four years in college to build your moments, and then, poof, you’re history, and both Dave Yarema and Jim Harbaugh knew they’d wake up this morning no...
IT’S NO TIME REST OF MY (14-FOR-14) LAURELS
I am lying on silk sheets. My head is cradled in a velvet pillow. There is the sound of soft music and a distant waterfall.”Another grape, my dear,” I say to the love goddess on my right.Why am I here? You mean you don’t know? Ha. Be gone with you,...
Wolverines Or Spartans? Um, Ah . . . Go Columbia!
“Michigan,” I whisper.
“YOU JERK!”
“But–“
“HOW CAN YOU BE FOR MICHIGAN? DON’T YOU KNOW ABOUT MICHIGAN? THEY CHOKE! THEY BLOW IT! THEY EAT SOUP ON PLATES BECAUSE THEY’RE AFRAID OF BOWLS! MICHIGAN? WHAT ARE YOU, SOME KIND OF HIPPIE FREAK? YOU—“
“Michigan State?” I whisper.
“DIRT BAG!”
“But I– dirt bag?
“HOW CAN YOU BE FOR MICHIGAN STATE? HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO MICHIGAN STATE?
THEY MAJOR IN BEER! THEY STUDY EARTH SCIENCE! WHY DO YOU THINK THEY CALL IT MOO U.? DUH-UHHH! MOOOO! WHAT ARE YOU, SOME DUMB JOCK? MOOO!”
Angels, Red Sox Put On Situation Comedy Of Errors
BOSTON — You want made-for-TV baseball? OK, you got it. Here is what it looks like: pitchers losing one-hoppers in the sun. Second basemen botching easy fly balls. Infielders bobbling grounders, batters flailing at pitches, major leaguers looking stupid, feeling embarrassed.
You like it so far? Oh. Hold it. Let’s pause for a commercial message.
BOSTON IS BEANED AGAIN BY BASEBALL BLUNDER BLUES
BOSTON — It was new and fresh and wonderful for about four pitches. Then Wally Joyner stroked one to right field, a double, and one inning later, he hit another one to left, knocking in a California run, and suddenly these playoffs became all too familiar for...
IT’LL BE BOSTON AND THE METS — YOU’D BETTER TAKE NOTE(S)
BOSTON — It is no secret that sports writers take a lot of notes. Some, I have heard, can even read them. Our baseball writer, John Lowe, takes meticulous notes, almost constantly. He keeps them organized and neat, and sometimes uses more than one color pen...
There Was Just One Catch To Black’S Blocked Punt
The ball came back. It just came back. It wasn’t supposed to come back. It never came back before. Usually, when a punter punts, the ball goes somewhere — anywhere — up, out, away, vertically, longitudinally. Somewhere.
This one came back.
Plucky Spartans Fall Just One Miracle Short
EAST LANSING — One more. Just one more. That was the heartbeat of every rain-soaked fan in this stadium Saturday, when the Michigan State offense hunkered down against Iowa within spitting distance of the goal line with 92 seconds left. “One more!” All afternoon, the rays of glory had been busting through the white mist sky, granting the Spartans yet another big play, yet another score, yet another blocked kick or timely penalty.
