Oh, Curt. You sad, misguided soul. How can you pick the Green Bay Packers to win this Super Bowl when everyone knows the Patriots are a lock?(Ed. note: Mitch Albom is lying through his teeth. He does not believe the Patriots will win.)The Patriots are the superior team, Curt. They have a better running game and a coach who can win the Big One. What's the matter? Can't your 114-year-old eyes see that?(Ed. note: Never mind the age jokes. Only a fool would believe what Albom is saying.)
NEW ORLEANS -- Drew Bledsoe is not ready to win a Super Bowl. That is just my opinion, and I could be wrong, but after watching him here all week, my lasting impression is that of deer being dragged by a chain. He seems overwhelmed, itchy, at times almost frightened.
NEW ORLEANS -- He pinches a wad of tobacco into his mouth, looks at the crowd from behind blue sunglasses, then spits carefully over the edge of a paper cup, the brown drool falling as slowly and deliberately as his act, which has always been angry. Jim McMahon coughs and reaches around to scratch the back of his gray T-shirt, and he looks as if he might belch when someone asks him for the umpteenth time to compare this Super Bowl with his other one."They're about the same," he drones in a sort of Southernish accent, " 'cept this time I'm not starting."
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.