Detroit Free Press

Boy, do I feel old. I feel older than dust. I feel older than Methuselah. I feel older than Methuselah's ...

Oh, say, can you seeMy eyes? If you can -- Then my hair's too short.-- from the musical 'Hair'I used to sing that song. I used to sing it in junior high, when I came out of the gym class shower. I used to sing it as I defiantly held my hair flat against my forehead, for 20 minutes, so that, when it dried, it would indeed hang over my eyes. And then I could perform the coolest, grooviest move on the planet: flicking my head to get my bangs out of my eyes.

There was a knock on the door. Dennis Rodman, who was not answering knocks or phones, peeked out the window. He did not recognize the man, or the little boy, or the pickup truck.He cracked the door open."This is from the Pistons," the man said, holding out an envelope. Rodman took it. Inside was a neatly typed notice saying he had been suspended, without pay, effective immediately. After six years of a storybook NBA career, he was off the team. Rodman stared at the paper."Uh, Dennis?" the delivery man said."Huh?"

I went to see Shaq.Watch him attaq. He's got the knaq.And then we went smaq!Hey, I'm not kidding here. There we ...

A Day in The Life Of Baseball's Winter Meetings:7 a.m. Owners rise, call stockbrokers.

Why should we?What compels us to go marching into Somalia now? Who do we think we are?Why must our sons and daughters, most of whom have never been anywhere near Somalia, now risk their lives to help straighten out its mess?Why should even one of them take a bullet? And we all know more than one of them will. Why should we?Why does America pour countless millions into trying to feed some distant African nation, when people here at home are sleeping in the streets and begging pennies for food?