It is not for me, as a man who only comes up to Shaquille O'Neal's belly button, to judge the words coming out of his mouth. I can barely hear the words coming out of his mouth.Same goes for 7-foot-2 Dikembe Mutombo. With him, I can hear what he's saying, I just can't understand it. I know the man speaks five languages. My question is: Is English one of them?But hey, who am I to get in the middle of a big man battle in the NBA Finals? Two giants bumping, shoving and pounding on each other -- and that's just during the press conferences.
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,
Good morning. Are you ready to kill someone?We do it Monday. All of us. We kill a man. You, me, everyone on your block.There will be no actual blood on our hands. None that we see, anyhow. But it will be there. A drop of blood. Human blood. Blood belonging to the worst mass murderer in history, Timothy McVeigh, a wicked, remorseless killer -- but blood nonetheless.
Let me get this straight. Jenna Bush, the 19-year-old daughter of President George W. Bush, a woman who has been all over TV, all over the newspapers, who appeared on the campaign trail, who danced with her father before a million flashbulbs, and who, outside the Dallas Cowboys, might be one of the most recognizable faces in Texas, tries to buy booze in Austin using a fake ID?It isn't her liver we should be worrying about. It's her brain.But college freshmen will be college freshmen. I'm more intrigued by President Bush's stance, which is silence. Indignant silence.
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.