ST. LOUIS -- It was the perfect portrait to end this series. Brendan Shanahan scoring over a fallen Grant Fuhr, raising his fists as the red light went on. For so much of this first round, the pose was something opposite, Fuhr upright and strong, stonewalling the Red Wings, sending them away, their heads down, their pockets empty.
Chris Osgood was standing by his locker when I approached. He was sucking on a candy that smelled like a LifeSaver. Interesting choice of sweets, a LifeSaver, since that's what half this city seems to want to throw him after Wednesday night's loss.But here's a piece of news. He doesn't need it. Doesn't want it. And doesn't deserve it."How do you feel about what happened?" I asked."Ticked off," he said. "I was 85 seconds away from my best playoff series ever.""Does it make you want to play right now?"
The newspaper near his chair has a photo of a Boston baseball player who is smiling after pitching a shutout. Of all the diseases, I think to myself, Morrie gets one named after an athlete.You remember Lou Gehrig, I ask?"I remember him in the stadium, saying good-bye."So you remember the famous line."Which one?"Come on. Lou Gehrig. "Pride of the Yankees"? The speech that echoes over the loudspeakers?"Remind me," Morrie says. "Do the speech."
WIMBLEDON, England -- God has been very involved with sports lately -- at least if you believe the newspapers here."God Had A Hand In This!" read one London headline after England lost in overtime to Argentina in the World Cup."Hand of God, II!" read another tabloid.And a British journalist actually penned the following: "This was football the way God invented it ..."
WIMBLEDON, England -- You can't play tennis against a mirror, so Steffi Graf must settle for the women they put in front of her. They are not as good as she is. They are not as haunting as her lonesome quest for perfection. They do not spook her, or cause her to lose sleep. She can beat them all, even when she stumbles.She stumbled often against Jana Novotna in Thursday's semifinal. Graf double-faulted. Graf foot-faulted. Graf hit long. Graf whiffed at Novotna's serve. Whiffed? As in "swing and a miss"?Yep. And she still won.
Ihave this vision. It is of a room. A large room. Lots of high-tech equipment inside. Levers. Buttons. Flashing lights.Entrance to this room is rare. A sign outside reads "AMERICAN BUZZ." The door is always locked.But a select few have the key. And those who do get to insert the topic they want the whole country to be talking about, pull the levers and watch their power work. In recent months, George Lucas and his "Star Wars" people were in there. So were the Kennedy family mythologists.
EAST LANSING -- No need to speak. No need to look. The great pairs just know each other's moves. Shawn Respert brings the Swizzlers. Eric Snow brings the Gummi Bears. So much for the snacks.And in the hotel room, Respert watches cartoons, until the soap operas come on and Snow gets the remote control. And when it's time for the team meetings? Snow wears the watch -- so Respert doesn't have to."If he wore it," Snow says, laughing, "we'd be late for everything."Side by side by Spartan.
Maybe if he didn't look so young. Maybe if we added crow's feet to his eyes, gave him scars, a receding hairline, a prescription for Viagra. Maybe then, people would take Chris Osgood more seriously."How about if you looked like Slava Fetisov?" I asked Osgood the other day."No thanks," he said, softly laughing.
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.
