C.C., C-ya. One way not to worry about your pitching is to jump all over the other guy's pitching. It sure worked Thursday afternoon, in a game that kicked off the second half of the Tigers' season and gave them a big winning boost as they turn to the heat of the summer.
At first, you said, "It's way too early."Then you said, "He's hitting really well."Then you said, "It's still too early."Then you said, "But he's hitting really well ... "At the risk of jinxing everything, may I point out the obvious? Today is the first day of July. That means April, May and June are over - and so is nearly half of the season.And Magglio Ordonez is still hitting better than anyone in baseball.
On my way out of the mall, I passed a man sitting in the parking lot. His beard was long. His feet were calloused. Anything I can do? I asked."Nah," he said. "I give up."On life? On hope?"On the iPhone."The iPhone?"I'd like to wait in line for it," he lamented. "I really would. I know it's the newest, sleekest, most versatile mobile phone ever. I know it plays music, takes pictures, surfs the Net, plays videos, lets you talk for hours and fits in your pocket. I even heard it teaches your dog to poop on the newspaper. But "But?
Soldiers face the worst kind of dangers. Gunfire. Explosives. Missiles. Bombs. But who knew their biggest worry might be a chocolate chip cookie?That's the ridiculous message being sent to a group called the Maine Troop Greeters, which provides applause, hugs, smiles - along with cookies, cakes and fudge - for troops coming back from war through the Bangor International Airport.Not anymore. Too dangerous, the greeters were told.
Dad needs a song.I mean, it's Father's Day. He oughta have a sound track. Everyone else has a sound track. When Tony Soprano takes the screen, he gets "Woke Up This Morning." When the Pistons take the floor, we hear "The Final Countdown." Even the president has "Hail to the Chief."But I have spent some time looking into this and, as often happens with dads in America, they are getting gypped.Lovers? There are endless songs for lovers. Children? My goodness. They'll make you weep. And mothers? Even rap artists put down their profanity to pay homage to Mom.
He wore a pale blue suit over his small, thin body, and the skin on his face seemed pulled so tight his eyes bulged. Those eyes rarely blink, and they lock on when you disagree with him. He may be 79. But after eight years in jail, Jack Kevorkian still is ready for a fight.And he is not sorry."If I were sorry, I'd be a hypocrite," he said.By his own estimate, Kevorkian, who was released recently, helped at least 130 people die, hooking them to machines that delivered lethal drugs or gases, then allowing them to, essentially, throw their own switch.
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.
