Hey, I think it's great move. It may not work, but it's a great move. I'm happy to see an owner spending money in this town for once. And I would think that fans would feel the same way.Instead, there's been a wave of resentment over the Pistons' proposed multimillion-dollar woo of Jon Koncak, a 7- foot forward/center from Atlanta who, heretofore, was most commonly known as "the big white guy who plays with Dominique."
SEOUL, South Korea -- Willie Banks, who has been in track and field a long time, was crammed in a phone booth in the middle of the athletes' village, dropping coins at a furious pace. "I just heard," he said. "And I'm aghast! And when the rest of the guys wake up, they'll be aghast, too."
ANN ARBOR -- I hope you were watching. I hope you were glued to your TV set and had all your relatives over and you videotaped the whole darn thing. Otherwise, I don't know if you'd believe me when I tell you how the Michigan Wolverines beat their archest of arch-rivals, Ohio State, to cap their season Saturday:They passed them to death.That's right. Over the middle, down the sidelines, in between defenders, a short touchdown lob and a long touchdown bomb. Three touchdowns by air, 230 aerial yards all told.
"I still got it."-- Ralph Malph Yes, he does. Still have it. The old one-two.Darrell Evans.Back-to-back homers. Back-to-back RBI singles. A month shy of 39 years old. Darrell Evans.Designated hitter against right-handers. That's his new role, remember? His first base job was taken away the last week of spring training. He wasn't happy. His fans weren't happy. Designated hitter against right-handers.
NEW ORLEANS -- "OK. OK. Quiet in the studio. Bears, are you ready? This is the moment we've been waiting for. The follow-up to the 'Super Bowl Shuffle.' Do it right and it could be a gold record -- not to mention huge video sales. Big bucks, fellas. It'll be great. OK. Mr. Perry, try not to drool quite so much this time. And Mr. Fuller, don't dance. Just, uh, sort of stand there, OK? Remember, guys, let's sing on the beat, not in between it. All right. Is everybody ready?""YEAH! . . . Of course! . . . DO IT! . . . I'm hungry . . . WOOO! . . . Where's the broads?"
The game, the playoffs -- the season, really -- had all come down to this:bottom of the eighth, Tigers losing, the October wind blowing mean and hard.And who was at the plate? Clark Kent.All right. Pat Sheridan. What's the difference? Unlikely heroes? The Tigers' No. 9 hitter? Tall, skinny, glasses? That Pat Sheridan? Wait. Give him a phone booth. Turn your back. "What's he gonna do?" you ask. "Hit a home run?"Whack.
It was somewhere in the middle of the eighth inning Friday night, with the wind whipping cold and blowing dangerously out to right, when every Tiger fan inside this sold-out Tiger Stadium closed his eyes and prayed."The bullpen?" the fans whispered. "Please. Not the bullpen. Anything but the bullpen."
EDMONTON, Alberta -- Let's check out Shawn Burr's head. It now has three flavors. Coffee on top, vanilla in the middle, strawberry around the ears. It's the latest. It's the greatest. The Stanley Cup semifinals.Red Wings hairdos.
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.