Welcome, welcome, yes, you're in the right place, the U.S. Open, at Oakland Hills -- hey, you with the sandals on, it's OK. Stop hiding in the corner. No one's going to kick you out. This might be the most exclusive country club in the metro Detroit area, and on most weeks they wouldn't let you near here with a bazooka, but today, everyone is love 'n' knickers. That's the great thing about the U.S. Open. It's American! You pay for a ticket, they have to let you in -- no matter how badly you're dressed.
DENVER -- The dream died in the mountains, a mile above sea level, where the air is thin and it is difficult to breathe. And as cold reality sank in -- one goal behind, two goals behind, three goals behind -- you could feel the Red Wings players gasping, suffocating, all the good things they had done this season crashing to earth like a boulder during an avalanche. Or should we say, Avalanche?Snowed under.
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.
