Detroit Free Press

I return from vacation. My arms are full. I can barely see over the things I carry. Brochures. Scuba fins. An elephant gun. Ideas. I have ideas."Look, boss," I say, dumping the mess on his desk. "Great stuff here. Mountain climbing in Ecuador. A kayak race in Siberia. Tractor pulls in Idaho. Great stuff."He glares at me."OK," I say. "Maybe the tractor thing isn't great. But we can work with it.""What are you talking about?" he says."Ideas. Story ideas. How we can get through August on the sports pages."

Baseball has always been, at its heart, a little boy's game. So when talking about baseball -- or in this case, ...

I took a vacation. I went to France. When I go away, I like to go far away, someplace where they don't speak English. I do this not because I enjoy ordering what I think is a hamburger, only to have the waiter bring me ox brains.I do it because going someplace where they don't speak English is the only way to escape my addiction.My addiction is the news.

WIMBLEDON, England -- Well, here's one good thing about unknown Michael Stich winning the Wimbledon championship ...

WIMBLEDON, England -- Since I never keep score in the battle of the sexes, I can't tell you who's winning. I can ...

WIMBLEDON, England -- For a moment there, I thought we were on the brink of tennis history. I thought Stefan ...

WIMBLEDON, England -- I don't want to sound cold here, but losing Thursday was the best thing that could have ...

WIMBLEDON, England -- My old girlfriend used to date John McEnroe. Really. Back at Stanford. That's what she ...