I never got much out of reading Thoreau. Maybe because I read him in high school. An urban teenager doesn't exactly fall for a guy who moves to the woods and talks to squirrels. I do, however, remember one line he wrote. It struck me when I read it and it has stayed with me all these years: "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."What did he mean by that, I wondered? Did grown-ups really have it so tough? Quiet desperation? Such contrasting words. Like "dying hope." Or "deafening silence."Or "I didn't mean to hurt my babies."
Michigan's Fab Five started their first game together two years ago Wednesday. A lot of changes have taken place since then -- from the Final Fours, to Chris Webber's departure to the recent incident involving Ray Jackson and Jimmy King. As a reminder of how it all began, the Free Press offers this excerpt from "Fab Five: Basketball, Trash Talk, the American Dream," written by columnist Mitch Albom.
ATLANTA -- It was the best of periods, it was the worst of periods. And it is the reason why you cannot dismiss these Detroit Pistons -- not until the last breath is gone from their lips. You can criticize them, shake your head at them, wonder about them, get sick over them, lose money on them, lose hair on them, but you cannot dismiss them, no way, simply because of nights like Tuesday, when, in two hours of basketball, they played one quarter like "Night of the Living Dead" and another like "The Greatest Story Ever Told."And they won the game.
Sometimes I wonder whether television is covering the same world as the rest of us.In the world we live in, Saddam Hussein is, at best, a political tyrant. At worst, he's a raving lunatic. Nowhere -- at least nowhere that I know of -- is he considered a prize.Except in the land of TV.
Well, once again, movie fans, it's Mr. Oscar here to answer your Academy Award questions. Let me start by saying there are three things you can count on in this year's broadcast: 1) You will not win anything. 2) You will not be nominated for anything. 3) You will fall asleep before any of the good awards are given out.Well, I can see you're excited already. Let's begin, shall we?Q. Mr. Oscar. Can you explain the basic purpose of the Academy Awards?
The first piece of hate mail I ever received came from a Michigan State fan.He felt our sports section was giving Michigan too much attention while ignoring his team, the Spartans. The letter went something like this:"I'm sick of all the publicity U-M and its crybaby coach Bo Schembechler get in the Free Press. How come you never write about the Spartans? How come it's always MICHIGAN MICHIGAN on the front page and then some little article on State buried inside by the tire ads?
They were chanting his name like some sort of pagan ritual, louder and louder, until it echoed through the building in this dreamy roar: "CHEVVV-VY! CHEVVV-VY!" Finally, when the work was done, when this little miracle was over, Tim Cheveldae skated out from the net, raised his stick and was mobbed by his teammates, who, like him, had just completed an exhausting journey from the brink of elimination to the horizon of hope.The Red was back in the black.
CHARLOTTE, N.C. -- The big lie began every morning, with the book bag he carried and the clothes he wore. He would eat breakfast, kiss his mother good-bye, make like he was going to school, then not go to school at all. He would go to a gym and play ball. All day. When one gym closed, he would go to another. In between, he'd sit in parks and stare at the sky.
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.
