New YORK -- Next time I go to a tennis tournament, I'm bringing a 6-month-old baby, a barking dog, and my rather large friend, Mendel, who tends to eat a lot of Mexican food, then burp. And when some umpire asks us to leave because the poor tennis player can't concentrate on his serve, I'm going to stand up, turn to my group, and lead it in a resounding chorus of: "WAAAH! Grrrrr. Urrp!"Which brings us to today's subject: Monica Seles.And grunting.
NEW YORK -- You know what I always say. People. People who need people. They're the luckiest people in the world.So I had to come to the Big Apple to check out this rumor about two lucky people who have been -- and you're not going to believe this -- romantically linked at the U.S. Open.Andre Agassi and . . .Barbra Streisand.Go ahead, take a Maalox. I'll wait.
CHICAGO -- I can think of better ways to start a season.I can think of better pictures than this: thousands of Chicago Bears fans going from depressed to delirious in the final five seconds, lighting up victory cigars and mocking the Lions. I can think of less disturbing heroes than this: Jim Harbaugh, whom I still remember from his pimple days at Michigan, now raising his fists in triumph as a Bear, after his last pass of this humid afternoon found the curled arms of Tom Waddle for a touchdown.
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.