Detroit Free Press

POW! THE KID TAMES THE WALL

POW! THE KID TAMES THE WALL

BOSTON -- It was out there, ugly, its green shoulders squared and tight, like a bully just daring the new kid to open his mouth. Hey, not even the locals were touching The Wall. For 12 World Series innings, it remained untoppled. Oh, there were a few whacks off its side -- a double, a long single -- but The Wall spit those back like watermelon seeds.
COLES: SO HIGH, SO LOW

COLES: SO HIGH, SO LOW

The phone call came in the morning, and by noon he had emptied his locker at Tiger Stadium and was headed for the parking lot. Nobody was around. That was fine. That was better."Throw some stuff in the car, hit the road, and I'm outta here," said Darnell Coles, making a herky-jerky motion with his arm. "Goodby to this place."
THAT DISTINCT ODOR IS JUST THE LIONS’ LATEST GIVEAWAY

THAT DISTINCT ODOR IS JUST THE LIONS’ LATEST GIVEAWAY

Well, I'd like to be a nice guy and say this latest Lions loss wasn't so bad. I'd also like to look myself in the mirror this morning.The truth is, this was pathetic.Tampa Bay? The Lions lost, 24-20, to Tampa Bay? At home? Please. And they wonder why the Silverdome was half-empty."How would you evaluate your team?" someone asked Darryl Rogers after the defeat."This isn't a particularly good time to ask me that question," Rogers said.
ONE AWFUL INNING LEAVES A TERRIBLE SINKING FEELING

ONE AWFUL INNING LEAVES A TERRIBLE SINKING FEELING

TORONTO -- The throw went straight from second base to second place. Too low, too hard, it ricocheted past catcher Mike Heath, and as Toronto's Manny Lee raced across the plate with the winning run, the crowd inside Exhibition Stadium leapt to its feet in giddy delight. They won this? The Blue Jays won it? The Tigers lost it? Are you kidding?
PISTONS’ SMILING ANGEL TURNS MEAN AT THE DOME

PISTONS’ SMILING ANGEL TURNS MEAN AT THE DOME

It was as if he'd traded his halo for an eye patch and a pair of brass knuckles. Was that Isiah Thomas? Sweet Isiah Thomas? Detroit's precious chunk of the big rock candy mountain? That Isiah Thomas? Running down court and waving a fist and pushing his chest into Atlanta opponents and hollering "YOU CAN'T WIN! YOU'RE IN MY HOUSE NOW!""Tell him, Isiah!" screamed a fan."Show him who's boss!" added another.
MICHIGAN HAS LITTLE FUN GOING OVER THE RAINBOWS

MICHIGAN HAS LITTLE FUN GOING OVER THE RAINBOWS

HONOLULU -- Don't tell me. Jim Harbaugh came into Michigan's locker room at halftime Saturday, the Wolverines tied with the unranked Hawaii Rainbows, 3-3, and he said, "Don't worry. I guarantee we will be lying on the beach tomorrow."Well, something like that.It took just six minutes in Aloha Stadium for Michigan to realize they play football for real out here. Harbaugh was sacked rudely on U-M's first possession, a should-have-been touchdown drive turned into a field goal, and the vacation was over and the game was on.
TATTERED TIGERS ARE CLINGING TO HOPE

TATTERED TIGERS ARE CLINGING TO HOPE

We arrive in the Big Apple with a whimper, not a bang. We get off the bus with bags heavy on our shoulders. We slink down the ramp and into the stadium and we try -- we try very hard -- to put on our game face."ROAAARRRRR!" we want to say."Meow," it comes out.We are the Detroit Tigers. We have come to win the American League East. At least we think that's why we're here. We have come to fulfill our destiny. At least we thought it was our destiny. That was before the ice packs and the bandages. That was before we lost 13 of 16 games.
WISH YOU WERE HERE (AND I’M NOT JUST SAYING THAT)

WISH YOU WERE HERE (AND I’M NOT JUST SAYING THAT)

MEMO TO: OFFICE STAFFFROM: HAWAIIAN CORRESPONDENTSDear Everybody,Well, we just landed in Hawaii, and I must tell you, it's not all it's cracked up to be.And I'm not just saying that.For one thing, it's cold. I mean, it's really cold. Like I'm-still-wearing-my-winter-coat cold. Grass skirts? Ha! The people in this airport dress in scarves and gloves. And I'm not just saying that.Where's the non-stop sunshine, you ask? That's what I ask. Do you know what I see when I look out the pane-glass windows? I see gray skies. Gray skies. Can you imagine?

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.

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