TAMPA, Fla. -- Chuck looked at Darryl.Darryl looked at Chuck.Joe looked at Darryl.And Darryl looked at Joe.Then Joe and Darryl both looked at Chuck, who was still looking at Darryl, I think.You getting all this?"Oh, all right, get on in there," Darryl said.Ta da.The Long era begins.Let the history books show that with 2:06 left in a meaningless game in a sun-stroked Florida stadium, Detroit's quarterback of the future saw his first NFL action. And here it was.He called the play, marched out of the huddle . . .
From now until late next week, if you see someone from St. Louis, I think it only fitting that you immediately lower your shoulder and slam him into the nearest wall. In the interest of team spirit, of course.We are talking hockey. We are talking playoffs. We are talking the key to the Detroit Red Wings-St. Louis Blues series, which begins tonight. "Checking," the players predict."Checking," the coaches predict.
WIMBLEDON, England -- There is a billboard on the London streets this year that features Martina Navratilova and Steffi Graf, giant-sized, nose-to-nose. Only Martina's face is in pieces, falling apart, like a jigsaw puzzle. And the caption reads: "WILL THIS BE BREAK POINT FOR THE OLD GUARD?"
CALGARY, Alberta -- The bodies were all over the ice, the crowd screaming madly, and the puck -- the puck! -- was just sitting there, between the legs of Soviet goalie Sergei Mylnikov, who was sprawled, face down, in the crease. Todd Okerlund saw it, reached for it, flicked it in and followed for good measure, his whole body in the net, and for one moment, one brief, loud, but glorious moment, everything seemed possible again. How far back had the Americans been in this Olympic hockey game? Trailing, 6-2, at the start of the third period, even the ABC network had broken away.
Somewhere along the line, we forget that they are human. We figure they will be there forever, or until they willingly retire to the broadcast booth or the Hall of Fame. Whatever takes them out, it will be something more than pain or exhaustion, right? That's for us common folk.If you had to pick two faces you would most expect to see on a late spring day inside the Tigers' clubhouse, whose would they be? 1) Sparky Anderson -- at 55, arguably baseball's finest manager, and 2) Jack Morris, 34, the star attraction pitcher, the longest-tenured Tiger.
Wasn't that something? The way the Lions came back and slaughtered the Rams, ran all over them, shut down their passing attack, scored four times in the final two minutes? Who'd have believed that? Wasn't it something? Wasn't it--Oh.You were there.Thought I could fool you for a minute.Let's see. What can I really tell you about the "new" Lions, supposedly more stable now that Darryl Rogers has been reprieved as the coach. Stable? Well. They stayed exactly the same as the weeks before. Lost, 37-16. I'd call that stable.Let's start with the good stuff:
At this point, Rich Rodriguez is like the guy who gets too drunk at the bar, goes staggering through the wrong neighborhood, gets knocked down, kicked around and now just wants to crawl home safely.
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.
