The highlight of the Lions' 2002 season took place Sunday.It ended.Here in a town where football could be king, Detroit's court jesters closed this year's NFL campaign with interceptions, penalties and a pass defense that couldn't stop Frodo Baggins. Oh, and they lost, again, in the closing seconds, when the offense blew a two-point conversion, leaving only one question in Detroit this morning: What happens next? Are they really gonna keep president Matt Millen and coach Marty Mornhinweg?
Ah, parity.The idea that no team is too much better than another. The idea that almost all teams have a shot at the playoffs.It was on display Sunday afternoon at Ford Field. The Lions and Cardinals, both proud possessors of 4-7 records, were nonetheless in the thick of the playoff hunt. And so, before a crowd that needed a Dunkin' Donuts mascots race to be stirred into making noise, a battle was waged.
ORLANDO -- Ben Wallace leapt for a rolling rebound and rammed it through the rim. A minute later, he whacked a Gordan Giricek shot halfway to the Magic Kingdom. Two minutes later, Chauncey Billups, finishing the night of his NBA playoff life, banged home a three-pointer that silenced the crowd. And before you knew it, the Pistons were on their jet, waving good-bye to the city of Mickey and Minnie, with one question on their minds:What are you doing Sunday?
It could have all been different. Tonight, when the Red Wings and Hurricanes skate out for Game 3 in Raleigh, the first Stanley Cup final in North Carolina, and the building explodes and the Wings are roundly booed and the Hurricanes are cheered so loudly you'll need concrete in your ears, it could have all been reversed for Sergei Fedorov.He could have been on the side of the angels.
RALEIGH, N.C. -- It was only a number. It was only one shot. And Brett Hull has taken a million shots in nearly two decades in this league. But here he was Monday in the Stanley Cup finals, taking a beautiful feed from Boyd Devereaux, dropping to one knee and firing away. The "ping" off the post was like a magic password that opened the trap door. The puck ricocheted into the net, a secret tree house appeared, and Hull climbed into a very exclusive club.
You want to know why no one trusts politicians? Take a look at campaign finance reform, which is now, after a year's worth of hype, lying in shreds on the floor of Congress while lawmakers point fingers at one another and yell: "Your fault! Your fault!"Honestly, I've seen more admirable behavior in "The Sopranos." At least they admit they're crooks.
Bill Plaschke writes for the Los Angeles Times.Their leading scorer goes to work in the ideal accessory of all unfortunates who wear the name "Pistons" on their shirt.A mask.Their leading rebounder's unkempt hair has not been cut since the last time his team made a scoreboard sweat.About five years, he says.The only bit of greatness in their locker room is the engraving upon the one and only championship ring there.Lakers, it reads.
Things we forget about Tayshaun Prince: 1) He is only 24. 2) He barely played last season. 3) He is a college graduate. 4) He already has, in his young adult life, moved from the West to the Southeast to the Midwest. 5) While he looks like a cartoonishly skinny, open-mouthed kid, he grew up in Compton, Calif., the hard side of L.A., which means 6) he really wanted to be drafted by the Lakers and 7) he is about to go home and play them.
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.
