BECAUSE I like Brett Favre, as a guy and as a quarterback, I almost felt bad for him at the end of Sunday's game, surrounded by Lions, looking desperately downfield, forcing a bad pass and watching it land in the arms of the wrong guy to choke a would-be miracle....Well, I said "almost."In the end, I choose to feel about Favre's fate the way I did about eating crocodile down in Australia: It's payback. Eat or be eaten.
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.
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.