Ienter the Red Wings locker room and come to the head coach's office. I tense my shoulders. I clench my fists. I am prepared for a lecture. I am prepared for an argument. It is the new hockey season, and I am ready for whatever flames come flying from the famous coach's mouth.I poke my head in the door. I close my eyes.I open my eyes.Nobody here."No Scotty?" I say."No Scotty," someone says.
Here they come again, the "other" Lions, the ones that always appear just as you're about to give up on them. You know these Lions. They do everything right. They do everything the other Lions don't do. They use their talent, they use their strength, they make crunching hits, incredible catches, dazzling runs that pretty much blow the roof off the Silverdome.And like the piece of chocolate cake that appears just as you swear you're going to start your diet, they suck you back in. You become a fan again.
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.