by Mitch Albom | Aug 26, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
What lousy timing. Here it was, four in the afternoon, the heat of the pennant race, the Tigers were playing in a few hours, and Lance Parrish was sitting inside a Detroit coffee shop across the street from Henry Ford Hospital.
“How are you feeling?” a waitress asked.
“Coming along,” he said, “I guess.”
by Mitch Albom | Aug 24, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
WASHINGTON — Adrian Dantley took a hard right, steering his Mercedes through the streets of his old neighborhood. It is a hurting section of the District of Columbia, where wooden chairs sit on porches, and the corner store is spray-painted and looks closed. Dantley studied the place, as if for the first time.
Begin again.
“Used to get in a lot of fights right here,” he said, pointing to the corner of Sherman and Columbia.
“That schoolyard? Used to hang around there a lot . . . “
by Mitch Albom | Aug 22, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
Walt Terrell walked into the clubhouse Thursday and there was no applause, no gathering mob, no ribbons around his locker. He was Mr. Almost. Almost pitched a no-hitter the night before. Almost made history. Almost did what no Tiger had done at Tiger Stadium in 34 years. Almost.
“Did you at least get to celebrate with your wife and kids?” someone asked him.
“No, they’re down in Kentucky,” he said. “They left yesterday morning. “
by Mitch Albom | Aug 20, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
It should have been better for Dan Petry. He should have had a five-run lead, and the crowd roaring, and some batter twirling his stick until Petry blew a fastball by him and marched triumphantly off the mound. His Tigers teammates would grab his hand and say,...
by Mitch Albom | Aug 18, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
BOSTON — The ball rose with all the grace of a water balloon, and as Kirk Gibson chased it he had to be thinking, “Arrrgh — DAMN! Not again!” What kind of hit was this, to that naked little section of right field, halfway between first base and...
by Mitch Albom | Aug 17, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
BOSTON — By the time the clubhouse were doors opened, Larry Herndon was already dressed in shirt and pants and had one shoe on.
Had he been able to get away faster he would have. But the team bus was not due for 20 minutes. Where could he go? A group of reporters approached, and he quickly found a TV set and stared as if his destiny were somewhere inside it.
“Can we get a comment on that tremendous home run?” asked someone to Herndon’s shoulder blades, as the minicam lights flicked on.
“Uh . . . uh . . . I’d rather not,” he said, stepping back like a trapped animal.
by Mitch Albom | Aug 16, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
BOSTON — We have seen this before. And it doesn’t look any better the second time around.Big series with Boston, big first game, big loss. Last week. Wasn’t it last week? The Tigers were hepped up, within shouting distance of first place, and then,...
by Mitch Albom | Aug 15, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
The Live Albom
* Because the weather is hot, and the theaters are air- conditioned, I have developed a big interest lately in the movies. And I am surprised at the number of sports films this summer. . . .
by Mitch Albom | Aug 13, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
Half a dozen wire hangers hung in the otherwise empty locker. There was a piece of masking tape stripped across the top, and someone had written the name and the new number in blue magic marker:CARLTON, 37.Back to work. He was coming back to work. Only a week had gone...
by Mitch Albom | Aug 13, 1986 | Detroit Free Press
Hello, my name is Steve Carlton. I don’t know if this story will ever come out, since I’ve never operated one of these portable computers before.I got this one off some guy from the Detroit Free Press. He had the nerve to ask me for an interview before...