Ifinally figured out the appeal of Trista Rehn, a.k.a. "The Bachelorette."She's a guy.Oh, I don't mean physically. I mean the way she plays the game. First, she gets the ultimate guy fantasy -- a couple of dozen cuties all trying to win her affection.Then, one by one, she tries and discards them, just like a guy. And when she narrows it down to two, she tells one partner, "Don't be upset if I sleep with the other one."And the partner says OK!Are you kidding? This woman would be King of the Frat House!
MITCH ALBOM All night long they had been trying to snare the only thing that mattered, a lead. They never had it. At one point, it was as far off as a ship on the horizon. Slowly, they swam in, clipping away, a point here, a basket there, until finally, finally, in the fourth quarter, they reached sea level. A tie at 54 points. A tie at 57. A tie at 59. A Chauncey Billups three-pointer. A Ben Wallace turnaround. A Tayshaun Prince block. Whatever was in the arsenal, it was coming out now. Richard Hamilton took a forearm to the face, hit the deck, got up and made two free throws.
First come the words: "SPECIAL REPORT."Then comes a TV anchor, pushing on a small earpiece, breathlessly informing you there has been another shooting in a high school.Next comes a map. It shows where the high school is located.Then the aerial view, from a helicopter.Next comes a voice, from a local TV affiliate: "Our initial reports are sketchy, but there has apparently been a shooting in the school ...at least three people are believed hit ...we do not know the shooter's identity . . ."Next come the camera shots.Images of kids running away.
MINNEAPOLIS -- Welcome to the 2000s, Lions fans, where you'll find your playoff hopes in a rather unusual location: stuck in a Dixie cup, surrounded by ice.Thumbs-down.Whatever chance the Lions had in the postseason has, once again, been clunked by a hard hat. There was pain. There was ice. And there was quarterback Charlie Batch, swell guy, turned into Charlie Batch, swelling guy.Didn't we go through this last century?
At first, when I heard the latest "pampered golfer" incident -- that Davis Love III threatened to stop playing last Sunday unless an unruly fan was ejected -- I wasn't going to comment. This is not a new issue. Golfers love their silence. They treat it as a birthright. The fact that other major sports play in loud, raucous environments means nothing to them. Golf is "special." Fine. Whatever.But then I saw the comments from Tim Finchem, the PGA Tour chief. He sympathized with Love's plight, and agreed that something needed to be done."This isn't hockey," Finchem said.
There's a movie out now in which Jim Carrey gets to be God for a while. And I figure, if he can, why can't Joe Dumars? I mean, Carrey never won NBA executive of the year.So, while he is Joe Almighty, here are my suggestions for Dumars' Ten Commandments of the Off-Season.1. THOU SHALT THINK POSTSEASON.
SALT LAKE CITY -- He's the one. The golden child. They all know it."C'MON BODE! . . ."It's the reason you saw a little more grit in their teeth as Bode Miller sliced down the giant slalom Thursday."C'MON, BODE! . . ."You could almost hear their prayer as he neared the finish."PLEEEASE, BODE! . . ."He's the reason the U.S. ski coaches and managers and poobahs all leapt a little higher when his hungry, wolfish style gave them another minor miracle, a silver medal from the back of the pack."YES, BODE, YES!"
Time after time, their best hope went into the belly of the beast. Time after time, he came away bloody. Here was Mateen Cleaves, the heart of the Spartans, driving into the Syracuse defense, twisting, leaping, rolling up a shot and -- swat! Rejected. Another drive, a fast break this time, surely now he's going to scor-- swat! Blocked again, into the hands of a Syracuse player, into the hands of another Syracuse player, into the hands of another Syracuse player who jammed it home for a big lead.
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.
