Detroit Free Press

MAIZE & BOO

MAIZE & BOO

The sky was a gentle blue, but it was raining all afternoon on the Wolverines, a kind of rain they rarely experience in the Big House. They were getting embarrassed, shown up, outplayed on national television in every way you can get outplayed in football.And it was raining boos.Those were Michigan fans making that ugly noise, fans wearing maize-and-blue T-shirts, fans who came out believing last week's shocking loss to Appalachian State was a fluke. And perhaps it was. Last week was an upset. This was just a butt-kicking.
POINTING FINGERS IN THE SUBPRIME MESS

POINTING FINGERS IN THE SUBPRIME MESS

Ever see those Three Card Monte schemes? Guy shifts around three cards; all you have to do is follow one. You point to it, you double your money.Looks so easy. So does the subprime mortgage world. Get a loan. Pay below-market rates. Don't worry if you haven't got money. By the time the rates go up, you'll find some.Both are essentially con games. But nothing forces you to play.You choose to.
ONLY LIONS CAN START BY LOOKING FINISHED

ONLY LIONS CAN START BY LOOKING FINISHED

ATLANTA - This is why I never watch the exhibition season.Did that really happen? Was it really that awful? Shut it down before it worsens. It's a joke. It's a tragedy. It's as depressing as the Kwame thing, but not as interesting. There are few truisms in the NFL, but one of them is this: When the Atlanta Falcons put a whupping on you, it's time to close shop.Oh, wait. You can't. That was just the season opener.
FAREWELL TO THE MAN WHO GOT ME HERE

FAREWELL TO THE MAN WHO GOT ME HERE

Today is the first day of football season, and I will again watch a game from the press box. I have enjoyed this perch for many years now, but there was a time when it was the furthest thing from my mind. That memory came back to me last week, sadly, when I got the news: Ed Guthman had died at 89.
NIGHT OF THE GAMBLER – RETRO OR FOR REAL?

NIGHT OF THE GAMBLER – RETRO OR FOR REAL?

Spit, glue, tape, bubble gum. The Tigers are on a leaky boat, grabbing what they can to plug their spurting holes, hoping to survive until the tide washes them to postseason shores. Wednesday night, the grizzled pirate Kenny Rogers, who had a blood clot removed from his shoulder in the spring, was taken out of the rusty trunk and pushed against the gushing water, asked - after six weeks away from the major league mound - to right the ship for a night.
SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW – MAYBE

SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW – MAYBE

TO THE MICHIGAN WOLVERINES:Tomorrow marks the last day of your national embarrassment. And the first day of the rest of your football lives.Already, you have learned a valuable lesson. How one minute you're on top of the world and the next you're on the bottom of someone's shoe. Remember it well. Remember how certain people thought you were championship material and now, after one loss, think you should stay out of the Top 25 all year. Remember how certain analysts celebrated Lloyd Carr last season and now want him broomed out of town.Remember it all.
MAYOR’S FAREWELL AS BAD AS HIS STAY

MAYOR’S FAREWELL AS BAD AS HIS STAY

Keep walking, Kwame. Out the door, off the stage and into a jail cell. You had a chance, on what could have been the most honest night of your life, to truly stand up, to change the image of who you are and perhaps begin to change yourself. Instead, you put cops at the door, blocked reporters you didn't like from coming in, then bathed in sycophantic applause before leaving in a gush of phony bravado, like an ego-mad athlete being tossed from the game.
MR. D’S DAY

MR. D’S DAY

Bill Davidson is ready to go. He sits behind his desk, holding his arms, and before I can fully sit down, he grins and says, "OK, let's start."At 84, Davidson needn't wait for anything or anyone. And those who know him suggest, at his age, he's not waiting around for the perfect words, either. He speaks his mind, honestly and frankly. He is at times impish, coy and painfully blunt.

Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.

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