Detroit Free Press

Wherever you go in football, fans stick up their fingers and yell, "We're No. 1." They wave at TV cameras, at passing cars, at each other. Over and over. Their favorite digit, high in the air. "We're No. 1!"

A woman wept. Her sobs echoed through the courtroom, distracting you like someone coughing during a movie. Her voice, raw and broken, cried as the first

BALTIMORE -- He arrived for his last game hours before the first pitch, early Sunday morning, as the fog was breaking up and most people were still in church. He removed his clothes in stages, hanging up his gray sports coat, followed by the tie and the shoes. He pulled his baseball shirt over his dark slacks and socks, and he sat down that way, half-man, half- manager, munching a doughnut and holding the omnipresent cup of black coffee, part of the reason his hands now tremble like a nervous safecracker. The other reason is that he is 61 years old.

BALTIMORE -- He arrived for his last game hours before the first pitch, early Sunday morning, as the fog was ...

I went to court once. For a speeding ticket. I had an attorney who thought he could get me off. This attorney ...

Wayne Fontes now listens to CD music when he drives home from work rather than listen to the radio. You can't ...

Whenever I see a face on the cover of Time, I take note. When I see that same face on "Larry King Live," I brace ...