MERIBEL, France -- There I was, going down the mountain, when I bumped into the entire Indian Olympic team.Both of them."Where's the rest?" I asked the two skiers."Hello, yes," they said."No, no. The rest of your team. What happened? Miss plane? Bus go off cliff?""Hello, yes," they said.
He gets the glove back now. Thirty-eight years after he put it in the closet and decided that playing baseball was not going to pay the rent and maybe he should try this pizza thing -- 38 years later -- Mike Ilitch is finally back in the game. Better. He's in the big leagues. Thank you, fate. We owe you one. It was a good day for baseball around here Tuesday, the day the ownership committee recommended Ilitch to be the new boss of the Tigers. Now maybe we can think about this franchise without throwing up.
CHICAGO -- Pressure is a funny word. There is the pressure a sports team feels when it needs to win a playoff game, like the pressure the Pistons are feeling, celebrated, famous pressure that inspires big stories on the 11 o'clock news.
I don't know if you caught this story. On Thursday, a Northwest plane full of New York Giants fans was forced to make an emergency landing. Why? Because the fans were getting too rowdy.It's true. The plane was going from New York to Los Angeles, where the Giants play the Rams on Sunday. And being typical New Yorkers, these people got on the plane, sat down, and said, "Stewardess, get me a drink. Now."
NEW YORK -- Near the back of the men's locker room, on a single wooden bench, Aaron Krickstein sat by himself, watching a silent TV screen and counting down the minutes. Soon he would become the loneliest man in New York City, the man who would try to beat the legendary Jimmy Connors, a one-time tennis villain who has finally reached his 39th birthday and who suddenly everyone wants to take home and cuddle."When was the last time you played a 39-year-old?" someone asked. "My coach," said Krickstein, smiling.
ALBERTVILLE, France -- Let's put the Olympics on hold for today and talk about the Mike Tyson rape conviction, because even over here, on a snowcapped French mountain, some things are pretty obvious:
I want my money back. Really. I'm tired of sports stars complaining this is not enough and that is not enough, they want five years not three years, caviar not steak, Jaguar not Mercedes -- and then they break a toenail and spend two months on the disabled list.Andre Ware is unhappy. He wants more money. Lawrence Taylor is unhappy. He wants more money. Rickey Henderson is unhappy. He wants at least as much money as Jose Canseco, who will no doubt be unhappy if Henderson gets it. Now maybe these guys deserve the dollars. But what if they don't?
There are no basketballs here, no cheering fans, only the hard, cold smell of factory life. Instead of applause we have the whirring of air tools. Instead of mink coats we have drab cotton overalls. The light is by fluorescent bulb, the color is concrete gray. Wherever you walk, you hear the chug and clang of the assembly line.They are making trucks here. This is a local Ford assembly plant. Dennis Rodman always calls himself "a regular guy, like everyone else," so I figured I'd go to where regular guys work for a living and see how they felt about Dennis' behavior lately.
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.
