Detroit Free Press

LIFE IN THE FAST LANE? NOT WITH THIS CHEVY

LIFE IN THE FAST LANE? NOT WITH THIS CHEVY

Think of me as the idolmaker. Think of me as LIFE magazine knocking on the door.I have come for Tim Cheveldae.I am ready to make him a star."So," I say, pulling out my notepad, "pretty soon it'll be fancy limousines and fast women for you, right, kid?""Huh?" he says.I know what's coming. The Stanley Cup playoffs begin Saturday. The Red Wings are a favored team; Cheveldae is a hot goalie.I know what's coming.
MITCHELL IS THE MAN OF THE MOMENT — THE BIG MOMENT

MITCHELL IS THE MAN OF THE MOMENT — THE BIG MOMENT

Football is a game that takes hours to play but is defined by seconds. A fumble. A slip. A snap decision. You add those moments together and more than any statistic, they tell you who won. Here was Scott Mitchell, on the ledge of such a moment, late in the game, his debut in Detroit, trailing by a touchdown, his knee throbbing from an earlier collision and the new radio speaker in his helmet squawking like some old Russian telephone.Also, it was fourth down.And they were using their last time-out."Let's pass it," one of the coaches said.
FORECAST: MAPS, MORE MAPS, AND HAIR SPRAY

FORECAST: MAPS, MORE MAPS, AND HAIR SPRAY

Today we will deal with the very important subject of forecasting the weather, which began, of course, in prehistoric days, when groups of cavemen sat in a circle, looking at the sky, until one of them finally stood up and clubbed his wife over the head. Then they all went home.You have to admire that kind of thinking. The caveman knew he had absolutely no control over the weather, so why bother? Modern man is not so smart. Modern man wants Information. Especially Weather Information. How else do we explain the local TV news?
FINALLY, MARTINA GETS STARRING ROLE

FINALLY, MARTINA GETS STARRING ROLE

WIMBLEDON -- In a good play, the secondary characters peel away, one at a time, taking their bows, until the star of the show is left alone in the applause. This is how it should be. This is how it was Saturday afternoon, under warm and cloudy skies at Centre Court, Wimbledon. Martina Navratilova shook hands with history, solo at last, and took her bows.
TAKE MY COACH, PLEASESALLEY LEAVES THEM LAUGHING AT NY CLUB

TAKE MY COACH, PLEASESALLEY LEAVES THEM LAUGHING AT NY CLUB

NEW YORK -- So there we were with nothing to do on a Monday night in Boston except maybe eat another lobster and talk about Bill Buckner's spring training when I suddenly turned to Mary Schroeder, our ace photographer, and said, "Say, Mary. I've got a smashing idea. Let's jet on down to the Big Apple for the premiere of that hot new comic sensation that everyone is talking about. Won't that be a stitch!"And Mary said: "Spiffy!"And I said: "James, call the limo!"
KRAMER MAY HAVE A DOME GOOD GAME

KRAMER MAY HAVE A DOME GOOD GAME

* Detroit 21, Chicago 20: Now look. If Erik Kramer has a good game, the first person around here who asks"Why can't we get a quarterback like that?" I slap.* Indianapolis 24, Washington 6: Let me get this straight. The Skins are paying millions to Heath Shuler, hundreds of thousands to John Friesz, and they're starting a guy named Gus Frerotte at quarterback? Gus Frerotte?
THIS MAGIC MOMENTHOWARD A CUT ABOVE YOUR BASIC PLAYER

THIS MAGIC MOMENTHOWARD A CUT ABOVE YOUR BASIC PLAYER

First of all, about the haircut. He does it himself. Before each game. Calls it the "high inside fade, with the bald spot and the sideburns." When he explains this, he rubs the naked skin above his ear and smiles, a huge smile, a smile that will make him famous one day."The sideburns," he proudly notes, "are my personal thing. You got to be a little different, you know."Next, the earring. Little gold thing. Goes with the sideburns, I guess. He only wears it off the field, away from the football team. Coaches just don't understand. You know how it is.
U.S. MUST BE OPEN TO THE SOUNDS OF SELES

U.S. MUST BE OPEN TO THE SOUNDS OF SELES

New YORK -- Next time I go to a tennis tournament, I'm bringing a 6-month-old baby, a barking dog, and my rather large friend, Mendel, who tends to eat a lot of Mexican food, then burp. And when some umpire asks us to leave because the poor tennis player can't concentrate on his serve, I'm going to stand up, turn to my group, and lead it in a resounding chorus of: "WAAAH! Grrrrr. Urrp!"Which brings us to today's subject: Monica Seles.And grunting.

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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