Like many people, I have trouble picking a favorite movie, a favorite food or a favorite song. But I have always been able to pick a favorite possession:My passport.It has long been at the top of my list, ever since I got my first one as a teenager on a trip to Paris. I had never been overseas before, and at the airport, when I slid my passport under the glass, the French officer said, "Vous ete Americain?"And I said, "Oui."And he stamped my entrance to his country.
Lindsey Hunter tried. Man, he tried everything. He bumped him. He thumped him. He put a hand in his face, he put a hand near the ball. He pressured him and harassed him and breathed on him and forced him into the air in an awkward, falling-back fashion, the way a man is forced off a cliff.And it didn't matter.
Travis Conlan, stuck with the worst job of the day, likened it to "being in a graveyard and running into tombstones." The tombstones were the Indiana players who, in the second half of Sunday's game, kept smacking into Conlan in order to free a bouncing freshman named A. J. Guyton.And if they were the tombstones, Guyton was the ghost.
We laughed at him, poked fun at him, maybe whispered behind his back about those silly ties and those corny cheers he led. But deep down, we all felt we should have been a little more like him -- this strange, thin man with the thick glasses who wandered through the aisles of our lives, yelling happily at the top of his lungs.The Brow is gone. And the stadium just got very quiet.
Look, I have been humiliated before. Like the time when I was 16 and I was trying to impress a girl on a cruise ship and I walked over and said, with all the suave charm I could muster, "Hi, how ya do--'?" -- and I waved my hand and knocked a glass of milk into her lap.Took me years to get over that.
The sports world is full of errors in judgment: The Lions drafting Andre Ware, World Team Tennis, Fox creating a blue puck.Still, lately it seems like a plague of bad decisions has infected sports, and it's even worse than usual. For example:OLIVER McCALL VS. LENNOX LEWISA couple of years ago, Don King was talking about one of his fighters. He couldn't remember his name, so he said, "Who's that junkie I got?"
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.
