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PISTONS, CELTS START SERIES TONIGHT (JUST PLAY ALONG)

PISTONS, CELTS START SERIES TONIGHT (JUST PLAY ALONG)

BOSTON -- I vote we make the logical decision here. I vote we do the only decent thing.I vote we forget Game 1 ever happened."Great series starting tonight," I say, as I sit in the coffee shop across from Boston Garden. "Two great teams, meeting for the Eastern Conference title. Yes, sir. Should be a heck of a series.""What about Game 1?" says a man next to me."Beg your pardon?""Game 1? Tuesday night?""This is Game 1. Tonight. Thursday.""What about Tuesday? What about the Boston Garden? What about that Game 1?""Beg your pardon?"
POINT OF RETURNCONNORS MAKES AN EPIC RALLY

POINT OF RETURNCONNORS MAKES AN EPIC RALLY

WIMBLEDON, England -- The last American tennis man was getting the hell beat out of him. His racket was bleeding. He looked weary, overmatched -- he looked old, and that was the worst thing, because Jimmy Connors is old, he's 34, and by tennis standards that's ancient, at least to be center court at Wimbledon, taking on a guy more than a decade younger. Clunk! He put a shot into the net. Clunk! He hit long and out. The tennis fans who had been watching him here since 1971 shook their heads grimly, like loved ones on the edge of a hospital bed.
MAKE NO MISTAKE – THERE WAS NO MYSTIQUE THIS TIME

MAKE NO MISTAKE – THERE WAS NO MYSTIQUE THIS TIME

BOSTON -- The leprechaun dies. He went stiff at the very moment he usually rises; the final seconds of a Celtics' playoff thriller. The people who filed quietly out of Boston Garden Tuesday night, rubbing their eyes, clearing their hoarse throats, these same people who just seconds before had been at the top of their lungs, sure that the magic was there, well, they were silent now, quiet as a funeral. The championship series was not over. The innocence was. Lakers win. The leprechaun dies. How many times had we seen this before?
CUNNINGHAM’S FUMBLE A MISTAKE OF INEXPERIENCE

CUNNINGHAM’S FUMBLE A MISTAKE OF INEXPERIENCE

PHILADELPHIA -- It was as surprising to the players involved as it was to the fans who were watching Sunday. What was quarterback Randall Cunningham -- who needed only to protect the ball to preserve an 11-10 Philadelphia victory -- doing scrambling for yardage, holding the ball like a pizza delivery?"He's young; he's inexperienced," Lions safety Demetrious Johnson said. "He tries to make things happen, even when he doesn't need to."
DETROIT GETS HOT! PISTONS EARN 111-86 WIN THE HARD WAY

DETROIT GETS HOT! PISTONS EARN 111-86 WIN THE HARD WAY

They had a mean look all night, a look you would not want to cross. Sweat down their temples, sweat down their arms, sweat dripping off their chins. No smiles. No give. Mean."Backs to the wall," the Pistons seemed to say, reciting their playoff battle cry, as they grunted and pushed and soaked their way to a 111-86 win over the Los Angeles Lakers in Game 4 of the National Basketball Association final. "Backs to the wall. You know what that means?"
ARBITRATORS COULD TRY PULLING SALARY OUT OF HAT

ARBITRATORS COULD TRY PULLING SALARY OUT OF HAT

Perhaps you noticed it too. Something remarkable. Pick up the newspaper, and under "baseball notes," the entire section is devoted to the winners and losers of salary arbitration cases. At last count it was owners 14, players 12, Wade Boggs in the on deck circle.Funny how things change.1886, a Midwestern sandlot . . ."Son. I'd like you to play for our team.""You guys got uniforms?""Yes.""Where do I sign?" 1926, a city playground . . . "Hey, kid. I seen you pitch. You ain't bad.""Thanks mister."
THE HORSES WEREN’T NEARLY THIS BEASTLY

THE HORSES WEREN’T NEARLY THIS BEASTLY

LOUISVILLE -- The beasts were pawing at the gates."START THEM UP!" someone screamed."WOOOH!" screamed someone else.Only the gates stood between them and mad glory. The beasts were restless. The beasts wanted to run."IT'S TIIIIME!" someone screamed."DO IT!" screamed someone else.A cop checked his watch. There were about 75 cops there, billy clubs by their sides, safe on the other side of the gates, away from these wild animals. The cop with the watch looked up. He nodded.
MARTINA BEATS CHRIS IN CLASSIC DUEL FRIENDLY RIVALS EXIT LAUGHING

MARTINA BEATS CHRIS IN CLASSIC DUEL FRIENDLY RIVALS EXIT LAUGHING

WIMBLEDON, England -- What you noticed most was the laughter. How often do you hear that during a Wimbledon semifinal? Chris Evert would hit a great shot, and Martina Navratilova would shake her head and chuckle. Then Martina would scoop a volley out of the grass and Chris would drop her racket. And smile. It was not loud. It was not even often. But it was there. Quiet, gentle, familiar.Laughter."Wasn't that a little strange?" someone asked Evert afterward. "For such an intense match? To smile and even laugh at certain moments?"

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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