Detroit Free Press

LIONS COULD’VE STOPPED MOSS BY DRAFTING HIM

LIONS COULD’VE STOPPED MOSS BY DRAFTING HIM

THE BALL was snapped, a starter's pistol for Randy Moss. He bolted downfield and, for several seconds, was shadowed by cornerback Terry Fair. Then Moss, like an Olympic sprinter in overdrive, pulled away, leaving Fair a quarter-step, half-step, then a full step behind....Nearly three years ago, Fair and Moss were side by side on another stage. A stage of hopefuls. It was draft day in April 1998. Like other college stars, Fair, out of Tennessee, and Moss, out of Marshall, waited by telephones to hear about their future.
ILITCH, DOMBROWSKI FIND HUMAN SHIELD

ILITCH, DOMBROWSKI FIND HUMAN SHIELD

Here's one big reason the Tigers made a smart move in hiring Alan Trammell: We like him. All of us media types, print, TV, radio. And if we like him, he'll get the benefit of the doubt, and the team will get better press, and the hammer might come down on this hapless franchise in August instead of April. Hey. When you're flailing as badly as the Tigers, that's smart business.
LAKERS’ DEPTH RISES ABOVE GAME’S HOOPLA

LAKERS’ DEPTH RISES ABOVE GAME’S HOOPLA

PHILADELPHIA -- The floor at the First Union Center was so stuffed with people that, from above, it appeared that someone had dumped a massive jar of human jelly beans all over the court. Where would they put all these bodies? Fans with signs. Celebrities from Jesse Jackson to Chris Rock. Photographers, dancers, women in halter tops, men in silk suits. Then the lights dropped and drummers emerged and fireworks exploded and an inspirational film clip announced the 76ers to their first home championship crowd in 18 years. By the time they bellowed,
WE CAN LEARN PLENTY FROM THE HORROR

WE CAN LEARN PLENTY FROM THE HORROR

My parents were in Australia last week when the world went crazy. They called my home upon hearing the awful news that four planes had been hijacked by terrorists, and two had been crashed into the World Trade Center, one into the Pentagon and one in a field in Pennsylvania.When I returned their call, the Australian hotel receptionist said they were out. He asked whether there was a message."Yes," I said, "tell them Mitch, their son, is fine, and all the people we know in New York are OK."
HERE’S WHY STACK HAD TO BE TRADED

HERE’S WHY STACK HAD TO BE TRADED

Listen, nobody admires Joe Dumars more than I do, but he still works for someone. That someone is Bill Davidson. Bill Davidson owns the Pistons. And Bill Davidson was never -- repeat, never -- going to give Jerry Stackhouse $100 million or anything close to it.So trading Stackhouse was a done deal a long time ago, really as soon as Davidson's wallet was zipped, long before Wednesday, when Stack was actually dealt to the Washington Wizards. It wasn't Dumars' being creative or risky. It was Dumars following orders.
JAYSON BLAIR FAILED TRUTH AND HIMSELF

JAYSON BLAIR FAILED TRUTH AND HIMSELF

In the days after Jayson Blair resigned in shame from the New York Times, everyone tried to reach him. Television, radio, newspapers, magazines, old friends, colleagues. He spoke to almost no one.But he did call one person -- an agent named David Vigliano about a book and movie deal. Those deals are now in motion. And that's all you need to know about Jayson Blair.
BONDS’ GREATNESS REQUIRES NO TITLE

BONDS’ GREATNESS REQUIRES NO TITLE

Hat's off. If you thought he was the devil, then give the devil his due. The Angels may have popped the champagne, but the biggest winner of this all-California World Series was, it turns out, on the losing team. A month ago, Barry Bonds was a giant with a question mark. Now he is a giant exclamation point.
I SAW THE FUTURE — AND TURNED AWAY

I SAW THE FUTURE — AND TURNED AWAY

LAS VEGAS -- I have found the future. I am walking through it, carrying a plastic shopping bag.I am at the Consumers Electronics Show, the first major trade show of the millennium. It is "cutting edge." It is "hot, hot, hot." It is every cell phone, computer chip, video, stereo and Internet device you can imagine.I am lost."What is that?" I ask the person with a name tag that reads "Personal Relations/Consultant."

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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