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HEMBRICK SUFFERS ANOTHER SENSE OF LOSS

HEMBRICK SUFFERS ANOTHER SENSE OF LOSS

SEOUL, South Korea -- They never found the men who killed Damon Hembrick. Whoever did it robbed him and stabbed him and threw his body in the street in front of the McDonald's where he was working. And they got away. This was two years ago, they are still out there somewhere, and Anthony Hembrick, Damon's older brother, thinks about them all the time, even here, at the Olympic Games.
BILL LAIMBEER: MR. PERSONALITY

BILL LAIMBEER: MR. PERSONALITY

"Hey, if I were somebody else, looking at me? I'd think I was an a------, too."-- Bill LaimbeerBOSTON -- Wait. Don't tell me. You hate his guts. He's a stiff, a boor, a spoiled brat, an actor, a loudmouth; he can't jump, he can't block shots, he runs like a pregnant deer, his nose is pointy, and, when he high-fives, it looks like party time at nerd training camp."Who cares?" says Bill Laimbeer, sitting across the breakfast table. He reaches over with one of those long arms. "I'm gonna have some of your grapes. Thanks."
WAS WOLVERINES’ WIN THE CHICKEN OR THE EGG?

WAS WOLVERINES’ WIN THE CHICKEN OR THE EGG?

TEMPE, Ariz. -- Well, it didn't take long. The first Impossible To Answer Sports Question of 1986 came in the late afternoon of January 1, when the final gun went off here at the Fiesta Bowl.Did Michigan win it? Or did Nebraska lose it?I figure you can make a case for either side. And you will. Depending on what colors you prefer in your sweaters, blue or red.This was one of those games that people argue about in the car ride home, each one countering the other with a seemingly valid point, until they all go hoarse and have to turn on the radio.
SPARTANS GET ‘A’ FOR EFFORT,BUT THEY ALSO KNOW THE SCORE

SPARTANS GET ‘A’ FOR EFFORT,BUT THEY ALSO KNOW THE SCORE

SOUTH BEND, Ind. -- All afternoon, the only thing that hung in their way was the scoreboard. They were clobbering the national champions, hurting them, leaving them dizzy. Michigan State had Notre Dame breathless and confused; the Spartans had them every which way but beaten. The scoreboard. The damn scoreboard. If only they could pound that thing, tackle it, knock it silly until it coughed up some points the way the Fighting Irish had been coughing up the football.
NHL AND NFL CONNECTED BY A HIGHWAY FROM HELL

NHL AND NFL CONNECTED BY A HIGHWAY FROM HELL

Can I tell you something about the NFL draft? It starts early. Can I tell you something about the NHL playoffs? They end late. So only a complete fool would try to cover the latter in Canada and the former in the United States within an eight-hour span, right? Only an absolute idiot?Hey. I had a plan.
IT’S MORE THAN JUST A TIE FOR MOELLERS FROM ILLINOIS

IT’S MORE THAN JUST A TIE FOR MOELLERS FROM ILLINOIS

CHAMPAIGN, Ill. -- There were four seconds left; the score was tied and Andy Moeller, blood smeared across his uniform, was rocking back and forth on his feet, just trying to time his leap.A piece. That's all he wanted. Just a piece of the football. He knew this field goal try by Illinois would be the last play of the game.A piece. Just a piece.The crowd of 76,000 sucked in its breath. Everything was riding on the kick. For Illinois. For Michigan. And for Andy Moeller and his father, Gary -- the Wolverines' defensive coordinator -- who had ties to both.
DETROIT PLUGGED IN AGAIN

DETROIT PLUGGED IN AGAIN

Adrian Dantley came spinning out of yet another basket, a beautiful fast break, and he got the foul, the crowd went wild, and he whirled toward the Detroit bench on bended knee, made a fist, and ooooh, ooooh, was he actually going to . . . smile? Well. Almost. What do you want? Miracles? A smile from Master Scowl was the only thing missing in this grab bag of gestures that was Detroit's 122-104 playoff win at the Silverdome.
OLD-FASHIONED FOOTBALL FUELS WOLVERINES OVER UPSTARTS

OLD-FASHIONED FOOTBALL FUELS WOLVERINES OVER UPSTARTS

CHAMPAIGN, Ill. -- Jeff George, the Illinois quarterback, fidgeted with his helmet strap. This was his time, wasn't it? The final seven minutes. He was the miracle man, the can-do kid. He does more with a football in the closing minutes than some teams do all afternoon. Hands on hips. Look up. Look down. It was his time.
ISIAH, THE HORSE? OF COURSE, OF COURSE

ISIAH, THE HORSE? OF COURSE, OF COURSE

First let me say that Isiah Thomas is quick and smart and warm and funny and an extremely talented basketball player who deserves everything he gets. So I am not surprised his face is on the front of Coke cans, and that he has just signed with a local TV station.It is the path of success: Isiah Thomas, the man. Isiah Thomas, the TV star. Isiah Thomas, the endorsement spokesman.Isiah Thomas, the horse.The horse?
MIKEY, STOP KIDDING YOURSELF:YOU AND THE LAKERS LOOK OLD

MIKEY, STOP KIDDING YOURSELF:YOU AND THE LAKERS LOOK OLD

Listen, Los Angeles. Hello? Excuse me? Los Ang----QUIET ON THE SET!I figured that would get your attention. Sorry to disturb the morning cappuccino, kids. But I have come from the Motor City to pass on a message that dates back to the Bible (you remember the Bible, don't you? Charlton Heston? Lots of sand?). When God made heaven and earth, He looked it over, leaned back, and said: "Nice job, Big Fella." And he left it alone.Get the message?Not everything has to be done twice.
THESE TEENAGERS TUNED IN TO A MUCH DIFFERENT WORLD

THESE TEENAGERS TUNED IN TO A MUCH DIFFERENT WORLD

WIMBLEDON, England -- In another world, they might be late for gym class, ditching the cigarets as they sneaked inside."SABATINI?" the teacher would yell."Here!""GRAF?""Here!"In another world they might streak their hair and wear Reebok sneakers that nobody paid them to endorse. They might jump in the car and crank up the radio, and Sabatini, 17, would beg Graf, 18, to let her drive."Don't tell my dad," Graf would say."No way," Sabatini would answer.