There goes your old friend baseball. You remember him from a happier time, when he walked with his head high, waving at children and swatting home runs. He is stooped over now, fat and bloated, drunk on his own greed. There is no saving him. No one even wants to try.
* Detroit 24, Minnesota 20: And I'm gonna keep on picking them until they lose.* Arizona 16, NY Giants 15: I'm not sure what kind of kid Buddy Ryan was, but I bet nobody wanted to sit next to him.
If today were 100 years ago, we would have duels wherever you looked, people turning their backs, walking 10 paces and shooting each other. One would wear maize 'n' blue, the other blue and gold. Of course, the maize and blue would be better shots . . . OK. I say that because I live here. And here is Michigan. No doubt, at this very moment, some columnist in South Bend is writing a crack aboutU-M, assuming he has learned how to write.
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.