First, I fire the organ player.Hey. It's my team. My rules.I fire the organ player, because organs are for church, carnivals and '60s groups such as Paul Revere and The Raiders. Which might be a good name for my team. The Raiders. Or maybe The Rough Riders. I'll tell you this much: my team will not be named after a bird. The Orioles? The Cardinals? What were those owners smoking?Also, no peanuts. Go throw shells on someone else's carpet.My team. My rules.Oh, the possibilities! If I owned a baseball team? It's like Tevye in "Fiddler on the Roof":
The last time Jud Heathcote switched jobs, he made sure the guy behind him got to take over. This was his thinking: You're loyal, you work hard, you get rewarded in the end. He even delayed his exit a few days when he heard the big shots might pull a fast one on his assistant. They didn't. The guy got the job: head coach, Montana. And Heathcote left happy. That was in the early '70s, when a lot of people had different ideas about life.
SEATTLE -- Finally, when they were close enough to smell the gumbo, the years seemed to melt off them, the pressure, the spotlight, the endless questions that had put wrinkles on their confidence, dripping off now, as they grew lighter, lighter, until Jalen Rose slapped the ball away -- a steal!
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.
