Detroit Free Press

AND THE ANSWER IS . . . SPIDER, WORM, WILT

AND THE ANSWER IS . . . SPIDER, WORM, WILT

Good morning, and please put on your sneakers. It's that time of year again. Time for slam dunking and three-point shooting. Time for 47 Nike commercials in a row. That's right. The NBA season is upon us. It begins tonight, with the Pistons kicking off their revenge year at the Palace.
A TOUCH FROM THE HEARTPARALYZED OLE MISS PLAYERHAS THE POWER TO MOVE PEOPLE

A TOUCH FROM THE HEARTPARALYZED OLE MISS PLAYERHAS THE POWER TO MOVE PEOPLE

JACKSONVILLE, Fla. -- "It'll come back," he told himself, staring at the sky. "Just lie here. It'll come back." He could not feel his hands or feet. He could not feel his skin against the turf. Through his helmet he heard the dying roar of the crowd, which had suddenly realized the bad news: Chucky Mullins wasn't getting up. Try the fingers, he thought. Nothing. Try the toes. Nothing. Now the trainers were around him. They were screaming, calling for a stretcher. They pinched his arm. Nothing. "Everybody back!" someone yelled.
MANDELA’S VOICE RINGS LOUD AND TRUE

MANDELA’S VOICE RINGS LOUD AND TRUE

Nelson Mandela's recent visit may have reminded Americans of the things we take for granted, but it also suggested something we sorely miss: great speakers.Mandela came to Detroit Thursday and, with his thick South African accent, ignited a group of autoworkers by declaring "I am your flesh and blood. I am your comrade." Later, before a packed house at Tiger Stadium, he recited the words to, of all things, a Marvin Gaye song -- and again set the crowd on fire. "Brother . . . brother . . . there's far too many of you dying. . . ."
A GENTLEMAN WRONGEDBUSINESS DECISION COSTS TIGERS A TREASURE

A GENTLEMAN WRONGEDBUSINESS DECISION COSTS TIGERS A TREASURE

He entered the room with his heart already broken, yet he forced a smile; he greeted the reporters, told them thanks for coming. A gentleman does not forget his manners, no matter how much dirt is thrown at him. This has always been the quality that separates Ernie Harwell from the dim bulbs in baseball. And so he squeezed his lip when it began to quiver Wednesday morning, and he squinted into the lights of this, his first and only news conference in 72 years on this planet.
KNOCK AT THE DOOR, SONG IN THEIR HEARTS

KNOCK AT THE DOOR, SONG IN THEIR HEARTS

I open my door, and what do I see? Some late Christmas carolers from the sports world . . . Wayne Fontes, singing "God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen" God rest ye Barry Sanders, man, and please don't stub a toe, You know my future's on your back so keep those shoulders low Watch your knees, oh pretty please, keep running in fifth gear when you do, then my future is so clear Three more years! Tell Dave Krieg please to bundle up his ears.
GETTING DOWN, DIRTY WITH THE DEBATE TRIO

GETTING DOWN, DIRTY WITH THE DEBATE TRIO

News Item:The first of several presidential debates will be tonight in St. Louis. George Bush, Bill Clinton and Ross Perot are promising to concentrate on the issues. . . . MODERATOR: Welcome to the presidential debates. Gentlemen, please introduce yourselves.CLINTON: Hello, George. BUSH: Hello, Comrade.PEROT: Be nice, boys, or I'll fire ya.MODERATOR: Ahem. Now then. Let's begin with a question on the economy. Gentlemen, what is wrong with the U.S. economy and what will you do about it if elected president?

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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