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HE FINISHES WHAT HE STARTSWINGS’ SCOTTY BOWMAN IS DRIVENTO SUCCEED, DEVOTED TO HIS FAMILY

HE FINISHES WHAT HE STARTSWINGS’ SCOTTY BOWMAN IS DRIVENTO SUCCEED, DEVOTED TO HIS FAMILY

Scotty Bowman loses it. Not his temper, his ring. He had been playing with it, rolling it around, and it flew out of his hand and rolled under an orange seat in the Tiger Stadium mezzanine. Next thing you know, the 61-year-old coach of the Red Wings -- the man some call a genius, others call a dictator, but none, absolutely none, calls warm and fuzzy -- is poking under the seats like a kid, amidst the peanut shells and hot dog wrappers, trying to get his ring back."It went over here," he tells some fans, who quickly join the search. "You see it? . . ."
LAST NEW YEAR’S DAY, A DRUNKEN DRIVER KILLED GRAHAM MORSEHEAD AND BROTHERSJACK AND JIM MITCHELL.

LAST NEW YEAR’S DAY, A DRUNKEN DRIVER KILLED GRAHAM MORSEHEAD AND BROTHERSJACK AND JIM MITCHELL.

This is what awaits the survivors.Joe Lelli gets out of the car and squints against the cold December wind. That's the lake, he says, the last place he remembers them all together, Jim, Jack, Graham and him. It was just before Christmas, the water was frozen over, hockey time, and he remembers the way they jostled for the puck. "We hit each other so hard we just started giggling," he says. "It was so much fun."
THERE’S NOT MUCH TO WUV ABOUT U.S. HOCKEY TEAM

THERE’S NOT MUCH TO WUV ABOUT U.S. HOCKEY TEAM

NAGANO, Japan -- Oh yeah? Well, our gas is cheaper.And our taxes are lower. And our money is worth more. And our radio stations don't have to play Gordon Lightfoot once an hour ...Keep telling yourself all the advantages America has over Canada, and pretty soon you won't even mind that when it comes to Olympic hockey, The Great White North owns The Little Black Puck.
SAME OLD STORYHOW TIME FLIES; IT’S ALREADY BELABORED DAY

SAME OLD STORYHOW TIME FLIES; IT’S ALREADY BELABORED DAY

MINNEAPOLIS -- It was a summer afternoon better suited to a barbecue, which might explain why the Lions played their season opener the way a kid roasts a marshmallow, toying with it, sticking it closer to the fire, closer to the fire -- oops, it's in the fire.What a gooey mess.See if this sounds familiar: The Lions go on the road to open the season, they mess around, make mistakes and blow a game they should have won in the final seconds. Bingo! It's last year all over. And you thought hamburgers and hot dogs were the only constants of Labor Day weekend.
SAME OLD STORY? WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE ENDING

SAME OLD STORY? WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE ENDING

LIKE I'VE BEEN saying for years, once the Lions dump that Sanders guy, they can win a few football games.Well. You got a better explanation? This is no longer the team you knew and loathed, Lions fans. That was clear at the start of the fourth quarter Sunday, in Game 2 of The Year of Living Barrylessly. The Lions (now known as "The Silver and Who?") lined up for a punt near their end zone. Everything went fine until the snapper actually snapped the ball, which subsequently flew over John Jett's head and landed somewhere in downtown Pontiac.
SHANAHAN AGAIN PUTS DOWN ROOTS

SHANAHAN AGAIN PUTS DOWN ROOTS

If home is where the heart is, then Brendan Shanahan once left his heart in St. Louis. He played there for four happy seasons, made friends, had good times, hosted a radio show, even purchased his first house. It's a big moment when you first sign a mortgage, it makes you feel rooted, grown-up. So the dismal day he was traded to Hartford, the Siberia of the NHL, Shanahan made a vow. He would not give up his house. They could take away his uniform, pluck him like a weed.But they couldn't take his roots.
BARRY SPEAKS VOLUMES WITH CONTINUED SILENCE

BARRY SPEAKS VOLUMES WITH CONTINUED SILENCE

AWORD here to Barry Sanders, and I choose it carefully, thoughtfully and after much consideration:SPEAK!Enough already with the silence thing. Barry is pushing goodwill to the edge of the cliff. He is making fools out of people who defend him. And his trademark love of quiet is starting to look more and more like a negotiating ploy.

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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