NEW ORLEANS -- There's a problem brewing here in the Big Easy. Maybe I can help. Tom Brady? Drew Bledsoe? Come on over here, guys. Let me whisper two words in your ears:Tony Eason.Remember him? He was the quarterback for your team back in 1986 when the Patriots, on a previous Super Bowl trip, faced the mighty Chicago Bears.The Bears that year were favored against the Pats the way Donald Rumsfeld would be favored against Don Knotts. That didn't stop Eason. He felt sharp.He trotted out to start the game.And before you could say train wreck, he was done.
'Who IS she?"She is the perfect woman . . ."She is your dream wife . . ."So what now? . . ."You can't stalk her . . ."But WE CAN . . ."What you just read is the start of a Web-based pitch for a company called Coi--. The reason I use the dash is because I don't want to send it any business. A matchmaker, I'm not.
Ionce wrote a book about five young basketball players, all of whom were black. The book was purchased by Hollywood. They wanted to make a movie.I flew out for a meeting, and over shared bottles of Evian water, one of the female executives began gushing over the story, the way Hollywood executives often do."There's just one little thing," she said. "Do you think we could make one of the players white?"I was tempted to say, "Sure, just tell me which one, so I can warn his mother when the film comes out."But I resisted. Some ideas are too dumb to bother with.
Am I my brother's keeper? Well, yes, out there on the pitcher's mound, calming Matthew down, getting him to throw strikes, Mark Lestan was, for all those years, from Little League to senior high, his brother's keeper.
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.